The milk man

We are really pushing to be as English as possible. Next I'll be buying a mini... mmmm, 1960s mini... wait... I've gone horribly off track. Our latest "when in Rome" moment came two days ago when the milk man came to the door asking if I wanted to have door-to-door delivery.

• Would it come in those little glass bottles with loosely fitting foil tops? Yep!


• Does it really get delivered from a little open-sided milk truck? Yep!


• Is it pulled by an old horse who grazes Oxfordshire countryside in the afternoon? No.

Two out of three.

The fact that it is locally sourced milk in re-usable containers (that they pick up)at better-than-supermarket prices didn't matter so much at the time (but I am happy about the environmental upside) because it was just such an English thing to do.