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My memory Jimmy I was going to relate more about this little pub, when the Yanks came.I might just slip it in now.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 20, 2013 at 10:31 AM
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Re: WhiteHat_TroubleMaker
Thank you WH. I am afraid the difference in price is slowly killing this milk trade.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 20, 2013 at 10:28 AM
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Yeah, I remember the milkman coming around when I was growing up, but those days are long over! And those people at that Public House had a strange diet . . . paraffin and bread! I wonder if the chickens had no choice but to indulge as well . . . 
posted by
JimmyA
on October 20, 2013 at 9:55 AM
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NIce Work!
And I loved your short story in the beginning. I for one think it would be really cool to have milk delivered. But here in the city I doubt that will ever happen again.
Be well
-WhiteHat
posted by
WhiteHat_TroubleMaker
on October 20, 2013 at 8:04 AM
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Re: Ms Straightforward
I have always visualized you as a rather elegant lady, I am sure everything is of your own choosing.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 20, 2013 at 7:14 AM
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Re:Naut
Well Naut old Smokey Joe across from me still has his delivered 4 times a week. Last year something kept knocking his milk bottle over and drinking the milk. I looked in his shed and there was a monster hedgehog, so I picked it up on a shovel and tipped it over my wall. Smokey now keeps a wooden box outside to hold his milk supply. That was a brill idea for its time, could have used it as a post box these days. Yes your girl friend is smarter than me, does the lady indoors read about her. 
posted by
C_C_T
on October 20, 2013 at 7:12 AM
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Oh, and about the poem...
Even my gorgeous blonde girlfriend understood this one...
posted by
Nautikos
on October 20, 2013 at 6:13 AM
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CCT
In my previous house we had this opening in the wall, next to the back door, with a liitle hinged cover on the outside. That was for the milkman to leave his milk in the morning; but there no longer was a milkman, and this became the door for the cats, who even learned to open it from the outside...
posted by
Nautikos
on October 20, 2013 at 6:11 AM
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Similar sentiments here, CCT
posted by
Straightforward
on October 20, 2013 at 3:44 AM
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Sure thing FS. You are a marked man.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 20, 2013 at 12:03 AM
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Re: This one, I totally understand.
Thank you Ciel . So simple but truthful.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 20, 2013 at 12:02 AM
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Re: Kabu
Well Kabu he has probably been waiting for you all his life
and I am sure the last years have been the happiest
that he ever been involved in.
Some have never felt that true sweetness .
posted by
C_C_T
on October 20, 2013 at 12:01 AM
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your poem brought such a lump to my chest...I never cry...but I feel this is my poem...for it is how I feel about Wsiley. I was looking for him all my life until 7 years ago when I met him here on Blogit. Thanks old chum.
posted by
Kabu
on October 19, 2013 at 1:42 PM
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This one, I totally understand.
posted by
Ciel
on October 19, 2013 at 12:21 PM
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I have never come across a milkman. They were long gone by the time I was born...Reading this poem reminds me that there is someone out there for everyone...
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on October 19, 2013 at 11:26 AM
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