premmington
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Being a milkman is not for everybody, it is not as simple as being a postman (another "not for everyone job") you have to get the float out, assuming you remembered to put it on charge and some scroat, presumably thinking it was "funny" hasn't unplugged it during the day, then load it up, an average was 120 gallons with some of the more ambitious lads taking out 180 gallons, that is between 960 and 1400 ish bottles plus the cream, steri, yoghurt and eggs some customers want. No wonder I was one of the fittest kids at school. Cross country it was hard to beat me, I had probably done 15 miles plus before I got to school in the morning, but I was given to falling asleep during class, little wonder. My parents would probably be facing jail in today's world!
I clearly remember the winter of '65 or '67 and pushing my mothers mini, boot open and a couple of crates of milk in it, through really deep snow, in shorts! Just getting the milk on the doorstep. None of this "performance technical" clothing either. A duffel coat and a pair of school shoes was "well wrapped". I remember always having cold wet feet. Have some horror stories too. Once, when delivering to a tower block, I got stuck in the lift in Thornaby, for a couple hours, fortunately it was way back in the day and people generally left things be so the float and it's contents were intact when i eventually got out. We would always be mindful of milk being left on the doorstep too, if it was more than two days the Police were called as it was usually a deceased. One while collecting money, with that brown leather cash bag over my shoulder we watched a bloke murdering his wife on the doorstep (in a particularly challenging estate) and scarpered before the Police arrived because we knew it would result in the inevitable tedious hours making statements. It wasn't like the bloke was discreet, the whole cul-de-sac was out. Disturbed a fair few burglaries too and once ran round the back of a house with two pints of stripe top (I didn't drop them) to be bitten by a German Shepherd that clearly lived there.
When I was about thirteen I used to load a float and take it out on my own, if the Police ever showed up I would just say the Roundsman (or Girl) was "round the back" of some houses and vaguely point then make off with a crate full of milk to be delivered, they would get bored and go elsewhere then I would go back to getting round the round. If you know what I mean, the real trick was to not get caught on the open road! Believe it or not I had a couple of rounds in my head and didn't need a book to refer to getting around the round, I could do it from memory, I have no idea how as I can't remember what I had for tea nowadays.
Once had a roundsman (technical term for Milkman) come in wanting two new cash bags and the old man was livid as the ones gone missing were not old and were expensive. The roundsman had left them on the front seat of the car and because they were empty he thought well, no-one will bother! I also vaguely remember the "Big Freeze" of 63, only because of the kerfuffle it caused with frozen pipes in the Dairy, I also remember the coke fired upright English Electric steam generator (Boiler to me and you) with the pile of coke next to it and the pantomime of getting it fired up every morning. Ahhhh!, the good old days, well let me tell you, they weren't THAT good!
Interesting post mate... (A bit of social history)
