Way back when I was a lad, my mum, along with holding down a regular full-time job, also used to be an Avon lady... Ding Dong! Mum would also host Tupperware parties; I can remember pushing the fake gold plated and smoked glass hostess trolley the two yards from the kitchen into the front room and spilling the tea and coffee all over as I failed to safely negotiate the raised door plate from the lino-covered kitchen floor to the thick Axminster carpet of the best room.
