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Joan Higgins's avatar

Oh, I love this piece so much - both the words and the illustrations. So evocative and such a wonderful article to read on a Sunday morning. However, I think your Mum in Stockport was right and I'm shocked that you might have bottles on your table - and you living in Cambridge!

Please can we have another piece, about school milk, especially those bottles with cardboard tops, left in crates outside the school to get warm in the sun - ugh - and then the advent of new, modern shiny caps which the blue tits used to peck?

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Emma Bradford's avatar

Milk bottles remind me of the village primary school I went to. Crates of a third-of-a-pint bottles arrived early each morning. These were either completely sour from having been in the warm air, frozen with their foil tops missing or pecked through by birds. I hated it, still don't drink milk as such sixty years later! But attractive bottles nevertheless!

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