I was doing my paper round 13 years after you sausage but it sounds the same.
The NOW was very hard to get through letter boxes; particularly after I had dismantled it a little to cop a feverish gawp at scantily clad ladies!
But it was the bloody viscious dogs behind the letterboxes of a couple of the more isolated farm houses I hated.
Not one bastard left me even a quid tip one Christmas, so I jacked it in