It's been a long time since we've had it this way. Before you get too excited I'm talking about milk deliveries, so calm down.
For years we've bought milk from the supermarket, as and when, but Paul our friendly neighbourhood milkie knocked on the door the other day and now we get it delivered. I rather like that. A trip down memory lane but with a good purpose.
And now that I'm thinking about it I can even remember a time when the 'pop' lorry used to call and delivered a large bottle of dandelion and burdock or whatever. Can you imagine that happening today?
What does happen is that every afternoon around 4.30 the ice cream van stops just near the house and dispenses his gloop to a very welcome old and young audience. OK, I know it's not real ice cream but on the odd occasion we've both partaken of a cone and enjoyed it.
Nostalgia lives on!
By the way, Ed says 'hi' to Matilda.
Home delivered milk really is a slice of our child hood isn't it?
ReplyDeleteAnd rushing out to the ice cream van for a 99 is one memory from my early child hood I do remember well!
Our local farm has started pasteurising its own milk and now delivers beautiful fresh milk to our doorstep. It's heavenly.
ReplyDeleteI forgot to add that the same farm also sells free-range eggs and we recently had a box where all six were double-yolkers. It's years since I have seen one and, just like the buses, they all turn up at once.
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