Your bug stories made me think of the time when I was 14, living in the outskirts of London. My friend (neighbor) and I would wake up quite early on randomly “arranged" Saturdays. We’d wait for the milkman to drop their delivery. Right after the milk was delivered in glass bottles on doorsteps and the milk truck had left… but before people started waking up, we’d sneak out and meet up. Tiny straws in our hands. Remember those plastic coffee stirrer straws? We’d go around our neighborhood siphoning the cream that rose to the top of the milk bottles!!! LOLOLOL I have n e v e r told a soul about this! It was between her and me. In all fairness, we did it only a couple of times. So afraid we’d be caught! The creamy goodness of the f r e s h ice cold milk. Slightly sweet, silky and smoooth. Depending on where the cows grazed, sometimes you could sorta taste it as well. I can’t explain! 🐄🥛🌾 I know right. I was bad! 😝
@DrTany Жыл бұрын
Ingenious! I’ve never seen a milkman…
@AvecBella Жыл бұрын
@@DrTany They still exist!
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