It got to February one year, and I was beckoned by a customer. "I've been waiting to see you, I've got you something for Christmas but kept missing you. I'll leave it on the doorstep and you can pick it up when you come round". Nice.
I get to the address and walk up the drive. Unusally, there is a dog there. Growling. And eating my feckin box of Elizabeth Shaw Orange Crisp chocolates! What was worse. the fecker had left bits of orange foil everywhere and I had to tidy the lot up in case the occupier thought I'd eaten them there and then and chucked the rubbish on her lawn.
My best tip was £50 from a guy who I used to deliver his specials every day before I started my walk, it only used to put me out about 5 minutes or so a day.