We have a local milkman, a one-man band who delivers three times a week. Peter is always very cheerful, even in this constant rain, and he does deliver to others in the village. Last year he put his prices up (they were already dearer than a supermarket) and I had, regretfully, to tell him we could no longer afford him. He promptly offered to maintain the original prices, as he said he had had a good deal from his new supplier, so we are still very glad to see him during the week. He's no spring chicken, so when he retires eventually I will revert to the supermarket, but at the moment we appreciate his efficient service and local milk, too.
James Cleverly is running to be Mayor of London

That should be bread of course.
or coffee on your card! 
