Rose Our milk was delivered straight from the farm, into the jug that was left out on the doorstep, sometimes by the farmer's son called Walter. He had a tendency to underfill it, and whenever the measure was short, Mum would exclaim "It's that Walter again!" At that time I didn't know his name was Walter, and I thought she meant that he had topped it up with water!
I wouldn't have put it past him.
Should I hand flat keys to executors of will?




We once had a dog named Spud.
