Sujet : Re: Things I never thought would disappear
De : prd (at) *nospam* pauldormer.cix.co.uk (Paul Dormer)
Groupes : rec.arts.sf.fandomDate : 11. Oct 2024, 11:58:12
Autres entêtes
Message-ID : <memo.20241011115822.17312A@pauldormer.cix.co.uk>
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In article <
vea1ve$ei7$1@reader1.panix.com>,
kfl@KeithLynch.net (Keith F.
Lynch) wrote:
My brother still subscribes to The Washington Post. The only change
is that it's delivered by an adult in a car, not by a child on a
bike.
My paper is delivered before I get up in the morning, so I don't know how
it's delivered. (This was true even when I was working and got up around
seven.)
Also, in the UK we have letter delivery slots in the front door and the
idea is that the delivery person puts the paper through the slot. The
flap on my slot is a bit stiff and occasionally, the paper is left on the
doorstep. One morning a few months ago, there was a torrential
thunderstorm between the paper being delivered and me getting up. The
paper was reduced to a mass of papier-m�ch�.
Another difference in the UK is that papers are delivered usually by a
newsagent, who deliver all the national and local papers, plus weeklies
and magazines. (You can subscribe to a paper but The Guardian at least
just supply vouchers to your newsagent, I believe.)
Back in the seventies, my brother (who is ten years younger than me) did
a newspaper delivery job whilst still at school. That involved getting
up early. On one occasion, I was visiting my parents and my brother left
the door from the kitchen to the stairs open. Our dog, seeing this and
knowing I was home, decided to go up and wake me - at about five in the
morning! I didn't mind him getting into bed with me, but he wanted me to
make a fuss and not let me sleep.