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But, as I pointed out earlier, there is no milkman (or milkwoman), so any glass bottles of which I need to dispose, whatever they may have contained when full, have to go into the ordinary recycling. As a matter of fact (and for what it may or may not be worth), I've not lived any place where there's been a doorstep delivery of milk for more years than I can remember, but certainly at least 30.
We get regular and friendly deliveries of gold top, which you won't find in supermarkets very often, plus orange juice and eggs. You only have to leave a note in the bottle on the step if you want to vary the order, and we pay once a fortnight. The milkmen are like old friends, and you don't get that in a supermarket either!
But who peddled the stuff? And was it all plain milk or were there any mixtures? I imagine that, if stood on hot pipes for any length of time, it would soon become rank. I hope, nevertheless, that no one was piston for his/her trouble in so doing. As it was that long ago I doubt that the stuff was organic.
We get regular and friendly deliveries of gold top, which you won't find in supermarkets very often, plus orange juice and eggs. You only have to leave a note in the bottle on the step if you want to vary the order, and we pay once a fortnight. The milkmen are like old friends, and you don't get that in a supermarket either!
You can get gold top in Waitrose and even in some branches of Tesco (though I cannot vouch for any other supermarket). As it happens, I can get most of my milk delivered, though not by people whose businesses specialise in this; I order online from Waitrose and have it delivered along with the rest of the groceries.
But at least not so enraged that he needed diapers on.
Oh ferney! You excel yourself.
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
But at least not so enraged that he needed diapers on.
STOP bombard(e)ing us with these, all of you! It's getting quite bourdonsome and is bringing tierce to our eyes! A coupler them would have been quint enough!
By the way, do organists usually take out tracker mortgages? And is Kevin Bowyer a better one than Malcolm Archer? And might the vicar preach a sermon on the milk of human kindness? (just to try to get back to where the topic had got before departing into the loft where one might lose the Willis to live)...
By the way, do organists usually take out tracker mortgages? And is Kevin Bowyer a better one than Malcolm Archer? And might the vicar preach a sermon on the milk of human kindness? (just to try to get back to where the topic had got before departing into the loft where one might lose the Willis to live)...
Oh stop, stop, stop these organ puns - it's making me feel choir!
Talking of choir, is it being proposed that the link above is serious?
e.g.
"Burblebourdon. ... The only known score to call for it is the as yet unpublished Captain Nemo Sub-Symphony for Marine Pipe-Organ by Vierne (or perhaps Verne, the manuscript is unclear as to the signature). This stop is said to be especially effective in the Undersea Burial Movement"
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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