Yesterday was the first time in months that I’ve opened the door and been greeted by a door-to-door salesperson. Maybe it’s just the area I live in, maybe I’m not home at the right time of day, but it seems to me that door-knockers are a dying breed. The girl (she can’t have been more than nineteen) launched desperately into her rave about the starving children in Africa, and I let her get it all out before explaining that I wasn’t going to sign up. She didn’t seem put out, or upset. She just smiled gratefully and said “Thanks for being so nice about it”.