I still lived with my parents back in 1974, I'd just started work as an apprentice turner and every morning called into the local corner shop on the way to work to get my morning paper, pack of 20 Embassy and a pint of milk.
It was one of the first things I learned as I took my first steps into the adult world.
It's what we did and I'm sure we weren't unique.
I passed three corner shops on the way to work and they all sold milk, when I moved to a new town in 1977, there was 2 local shops both selling milk to the great unwashed every morning as they made their way to the daily grind.
Everyone I knew had milk delivered to the door but that was for the house. They all bought in the shop for work.
I was walking down the skyway my way...
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