ONCE UPON a time, ‘everyone’ knew the price of a pint of milk – even me – and I don’t mean way back when I was the village milkman’s helper in the late Sixties, when the price of a pint was a very convenient one shilling a bottle.
Of course, this was in those heady days when money was collected at the door at weekends by the milkman, or alternatively, milk tokens were purchased in advance and left on the doorstep underneath the empties. However – and be honest now – do you know readers couldn’t answer this question accurately.
