I have never been a milkman

Whilst milking the goats, as I do every morning, I started to think about my unwritten book and how it is likely to stay that way. And so I decided it was time to reveal its title ‘ I have never been a milkman’

It all stems from the fact that of the of the 30 odd, close to 40 jobs, I have had in my life I was never a milkman. More specifically whilst in my teens I was never able to get onto the lucrative milk round as the milk runner, backwards and forwards between moving float and doorstep, delivering the daily pints of milk to the population of Skipton.

Paperboy, mornings, evenings and Sundays. Holiday barge cleaner on a Saturday. Occasional waiter and washer upper at a local restaurant. A summer season on the fair in Morecombe running the Ghost Train after graduating from Hook a Duck, not to mention spending my free time standing outside a pub on the promenade selling Rubik Cubes   In fact by the time I was sixteen I had even stared to work behind the bar at the local Working Mans Club such was the law that allowed 16 years olds to work in private clubs, but I was never a milkman.

Then it dawned on me as I shivered in –7c (19f), eagerly grasping the bulbus warm teats of Monday, the goat, to stop my fingers from freezing, that I have finally made it. My dream come true, my ambition fulfilled. I am a Milkman!

Monday
Monday
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Author: Eddy Winko

Trying to leave the rat race and live a less hectic and harmful life. From the building of a straw bale house to the composting toilet diaries; read my blog https://winkos.wordpress.com/

24 thoughts on “I have never been a milkman”

  1. Until we had goats I always drank full cream milk straight from the milk tank on my neighbours dairy farm. I thought in those days that low fat milk was an abomination and that those people who drank it were losing out.
    Then we got goats because the second son had a cow milk allergy and their milk became our staple for cheese and yoghurt too. Nowadays living without milk goats I find milk other than low fat in tea for instance as though I have put butter in the cup. Just goes to show how we evolve during life. We do have 2 neutered Nubisch billy goats who are great fun, Lido and Bambi they remain kid like when neutered at around 4 months, not later!

    1. It is funny how we adapt, I find it hard to drink cows milk now, it tastes funny 🙂
      Of course there is a school of thought that say that the drinking of milk is not at all natural and we should touch the stuff. It can be very confusing at times, but for now I will continue with my daily dose of kefir for breakfast and milk in my tea 🙂
      We mated two of our goats with a Anglo Nubian, which I believe is similar if not the same as a Nubisch? It will be interesting to see what we get. The billy certainly had lots of character, but then he was surrounded by five girls 🙂

      1. I’ll let you know how they come out. So far all of our kids have come out like the father so I hope the trend continues, we should get an improved milk yield to keep up with demand 🙂

  2. That was the one job I never wanted. Up too early in the mornings, and doing all the hard work for the milkman sitting in his float, before a long day at school. I got a holiday job at a toy factory, filling up ‘Paint-by-numbers’ sets, and packing toy Plasticine kits. Hot work, and monotonous, but inside in the warm. My Saturday job was in the record department of a big store, so I got to hear music played all day, from 9-6.
    I very much doubt I will ever attain the lofty heights of goat-milking, so you should be justly proud mate. 🙂
    Best wishes, Pete.

      1. I believe you. I didn’t clock up as many jobs as you but none, neither ‘employed’ nor ‘little businesses’ (eg making and selling bundles of firewood) paid very much. The best after school job I had was assistant projectionist – a grandiose title – at the ‘bug hutch’ (officially The Pavilion) in Shipley. That didn’t pay much either but the ‘education’ I got from some of the usherettes was … …

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