My Musings On Old Age 11

When I was five and we stayed in the bach my stepfather owned on Waiheke island, the milk came in a billy can that we put out, it was filled by a man who arrived with a horse (Polly) and a cart containing several churns filled with milk or cream. Now I live in a similarly rural area the milk isn’t delivered at all. I have to collect it from the local dairy, half a kay away, but I can do that on my electric mobility scooter. Which system was best? I can’t make up my mind. But I wouldn’t want to be without my scooter.

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