I have recently been trying to clear up an old insurance policy and it has reminded me of the regular visits by the insurance man to our house to collect payments. The collector always came in and sat down in our front room and mom would give him the payment books to write up. She always kept them in a handbag which was tucked under the sideboard. There were life insurances and endowments paid in pennies. Far easier to deal with than all the faffing about with online setting up accounts, passwords and proof of identity etc. that is now required. The insurance man was a friend of the family. Tinpot