What's on your Doorstep
Pools. The winning rather than the swimming kind. You
know. The Pools Man. Remember him. Used to call on a Friday night
for your 'any eight from ten' coupon. 
Now the only
man who calls regularly is the postman, delivering parcels of
essentials ordered online. Your weekly shop, flowers, books,
DVDs and of course that got-to-have-bargain. The one
you successfully bid for at the eleventh hour. So you’ve already
got a drawer full – so what? It’ll might be worth a bob or two in five years’ time.
And have you noticed how, for every other caller, the doorstep has become a sacred threshold nobody seems to want to cross any more? Or if they do, it often seems to be sheepishly or reluctantly. Pizza-Men and Curry-Men, always in a hurry. Knock. Knock. Come to read the meter. Thanks. Bye. Why’s that?
But hold on. Go just beyond the doorstep and you discover a community that’s right under your nose. A whole world of local characters you could smile at on your way to the station. Now there’s a radical thought. And they smile back! Local businesses, shops and tradesmen (and women of course) to fix it, play it, clean it, re-wire it, unblock it, cover it, sort it, replace it, mend it, hang it, paint it or fit it.
Doggy walkers so you can have a lie in. Baby sitters so you can have a night out! And they’re all within easy reach, just a local phone call away, or a walk down the street. And they all replace what used to be on your doorstep. Like milk bottles. Or dirty boots. Or Mr Soap Powder and The Doorstep Challenge. Think about it. This could be your saving grace. Get back on the streets, embrace your local community. Say hello. Smile. Save the world.
Now the only
man who calls regularly is the postman, delivering parcels of
essentials ordered online. Your weekly shop, flowers, books,
DVDs and of course that got-to-have-bargain. The one
you successfully bid for at the eleventh hour. So you’ve already
got a drawer full – so what? It’ll might be worth a bob or two in five years’ time.And have you noticed how, for every other caller, the doorstep has become a sacred threshold nobody seems to want to cross any more? Or if they do, it often seems to be sheepishly or reluctantly. Pizza-Men and Curry-Men, always in a hurry. Knock. Knock. Come to read the meter. Thanks. Bye. Why’s that?
But hold on. Go just beyond the doorstep and you discover a community that’s right under your nose. A whole world of local characters you could smile at on your way to the station. Now there’s a radical thought. And they smile back! Local businesses, shops and tradesmen (and women of course) to fix it, play it, clean it, re-wire it, unblock it, cover it, sort it, replace it, mend it, hang it, paint it or fit it.
Doggy walkers so you can have a lie in. Baby sitters so you can have a night out! And they’re all within easy reach, just a local phone call away, or a walk down the street. And they all replace what used to be on your doorstep. Like milk bottles. Or dirty boots. Or Mr Soap Powder and The Doorstep Challenge. Think about it. This could be your saving grace. Get back on the streets, embrace your local community. Say hello. Smile. Save the world.
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