...saying "Re unsolicited sales calls. There is a perfectly serviceable and entirely visible letter-box around about the level of your nose. There is therefore absolutely no reason for you to hammer repeatedly on my door, causing me to remove my nipple from the mini milking-machine that is currently sucking it in and out noisily and trek to the front door just so that you can lovingly place your business flyer directly into my milky hand. I am no more likely to purchase restored antique furniture, bespoke summer houses or ironing-board covers just because you twinkled and smiled at me while handing it over. And I am highly unlikely to purchase anything from you if you get the arse with me for pointing out said letterbox and requesting that you use it in future.
And PS The other end of the village is richer, better ironed and more partial to the antique and bespoke. Go harass them."