Milkman
I can remember waiting for the milkman with my sister to come up the street when we were on summer holidays, with the Clydesdale horse pulling the milk cart, and the milkman on the back and then jumping off to put the milk bottles in the racks of the houses. When he stopped outside our house he would hand over two bottles and I would give him the two empty’s. You would have to take in the milk before the crow’s would break the silver seals to get to the cream. My sister and I would then go to each house and help him by handing over the empty’s and he would give us the milk. We would only go to the end of the street and then walk back. Miss those days.