I would sit in the front of the van next to a small sink where the driver could wash his hands.
In the early 60s, before supermarkets had overtaken the corner shop, various deliveries were made from door to door. The baker and fish monger would drive slowly into each street, sound their horn or shout loudly and an assortment of front doors would open and women would queue up to buy whatever they required.
We quite often bought cakes or bread from the baker and he would give me a ride in his van around the nearby streets as he sold items from the back of his van. The smell of the cakes and bread was delicious and I loved this ride.
I would sit in the front of the van next to a small sink where the driver could wash his hands. At each stop the driver would get out, open the rear doors and sell whatever the customers wanted and he would be away for several minutes at a time. This sink fascinated me; how did the water come out? All of the sinks that I had seen up until then had taps that turned and the water came out. No matter how much I turned this tap no water, ever came out. Clearly the driver was not that fastidious about the state of his hands since I never saw him wash his hands and never saw how this sink worked!