2nd December 2013, 05:58 PM
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Join Date: Jan 1970
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Originally Posted by Chrome Prince
In the days of red wooden telephone boxes with the A and B buttons and it was Her Majesty's Mail ER11, the days when the posty blew his whistle so you knew that your mail was there and at 4am you could hear the clip clop of a draught horse delivering your milk to the doorstep.
The good old days  |
Every Saturday morning for a year, I used to go in at 2AM and help load up the horse cart and then help deliver the bread. I know who was the boss. If you did not keep up with horse, it was not going wait for you. It would stop at the house and as soon as you got to the front gate, it was off. |