I READ the front page story in the Echo about the nice lady who is in immense distress over sales pests.

I hope it is helpful to her to share with a cross-section of Echo readers her desire to voice it in the public domain.

I have myself in 18-19 odd years in residence when I had my landline, mobile now, been called to the doorstep for the honour of being chosen for ‘very special deals’ of the more unusual items; light bulbs, door knobs, pencils, cuckoo clocks, oil dipsticks, dance lessons, corsets (but I am not a lady!) musical door bells that sing, talking clocks (which I have due to my sight impairment, new specs again) plumbing inventory, bath tubs, sinks, showers, more unmentionable ones that sing, etc, not to be mentioned in a family newspaper and brollies to put on your head.

It still amazes friends of mine how some unrelenting gospel brigade will not converse intelligently with me now.

That role of folks includes chuggers in the public street doing their dance steps, etc. What’s the solution?

Maybe I am doing something or speaking some topics that alienates them. That works to a degree?

Mr S Wilson

Cedar Road, Dorchester