I see the paper boys on their rounds these days and wonder how they ever finish, they are so slow.
I delivered papers morning and evening from the age of thirteen until I started work, I had to go like the clappers on my bike to get each round finished in an hour, and all for 10 shillings a week.
After the morning round it was time to go to my allotment, my other source of pocket money, to let the chickens out for the day and make sure that they were fed and watered, leaving just enough time to run to school and get there before the bell went.
The last time I went into my local newsagents the owner was trying to bribe one of the paper boys to do an extra round after someone hadn't turned up, he was offering a fiver just to do that one round, I guess I was just born too soon.