Oh, yes, that I remember very well! Our milkman - would you believe his name really was Ernie - normally arrived about midday but on Christmas day it was nearer 2pm because just about everyone insisted he had a Christmas drink with them. My mother took pity on him and always gave him a miniature to drink later but I still remember him zigzagging along the road completely plastered pulling his electric hand cart behind himVC10 wrote:Imagine that, a milk delivery on Christmas Day.
Paul
Pete



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