To whom it may concern.
Photograph curtesy of Yinglan/
The Gardner engined Foden lorry is making its presence known. The sound of the engine ticking over is almost drowned by the sounds of chains been unclipped and milk churns being unloaded. Five am and the noise of the deliveries to the milk bottling plant encroaches into my dreams.
In my dream I am chained to a seaweed strewn post, by a jealous rival. “I am drowning in milk”.
However the bell on my alarm clock releases me from that terror. So I dress and stir the fire then add some coal. For it is Monday. Soon my wife Kate will be taking in laundry. She will need fire embers to light the laundry boiler.
As I collect one of the new slender-neck glass bottles capped with a silver top, I recall how I used to have to walk to the farm if I required milk or eggs. However time is pressing and my job as a solicitors clerk calls. Fredrick and Young’s do not tolerate any lateness. A frivolous mind will not pay the bills.
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An enjoyable slice of life.
Thank you Iain, I am glad you enjoyed this. The milk bottling plant scene comes come from a early childhood memory
Great story, Mike! I found myself wanting to know more.
Thank you PJ, I am glad you enjoyed this. The milk bottling plant scene comes from a early childhood memory
How cool!
In my childhood memories the milk was always cool. Except at bed time in winter, then grandma Kate often gave me a bowl of hot milk with small pieces of bread in it. At that time her money was very limited and food not always easy to get.
I have heard a lot of people that would eat milk with bread in it here in the states too. A lot of people here eat milk with cornbread in it.
I am not sure what corn bread is, but if it is combined with milk it must be ok.
Cornbread is like a cake made from cornmeal. It isn’t as sweet as cake is though. If you ever have a chance to eat some, try it! It is really good!