Milk on a Monday

The most quaint thing that's happened since arriving in Guiseley has been the visit of a local milkman asking if we wanted to be in his gang. 

I didn't realise milkmen still existed, if truth be told.  (Not that I thought they were all dead, just not delivering milk). 

But exist they do.

And our milkman's visit to our doorstep every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning has added a whole new dimension to Jamie's existence. 

Indeed, only Father Christmas now comes higher on his list of favourite people than Mr Milk.

If only I could persuade our hero to stop off at the paper shop on the way round to ours. 

And maybe give our windows a lick with a chamois.