Once upon a time in a land long, long ago called England, we used to get these people who would come round to your house at some ungodly hour.
One group of these people were called the Milkmen, no, not some group of zombies, but men who delivered milk to your door. Yes, to your door! No having to lug milk home from the supermarket, they brought it to you.
They would come in almost silent electric vehicles with their bottles chinking away on their vesicles called milk floats, they didn't float. You left out the old bottles and they would collect them and give you new bottles full of luscious new milk and if you requested it, bread, milk, juice and other goodies. This was decades before online shopping and home delivery.
Another group, this time a group of young urchins also used to visit homes, they were the paperboys. I used to be one.
As a paperboy, I would go up to the local sweetshop/newsagent at around 6.30am, collect a load of papers and then set forth on my bike delivering papers. My first wage for a week's work was £1.30. I was absolutely delighted, I had my own money to spend on sweets and stickers for football books and comics like the Beano and Dandy. Took about 30-40 minutes to do my paper round and saw some interesting things sometimes too...
So, whatever happened to these groups of near nocturnal delivery people? Did they get eaten alive? Where are they now?