You know what I intensely envy the British? Especially the British from the past?
Milk floats.

We are a family of inveterate milk-guzzlers. It would be phenomenal to have a little vehicle come by each morning to remove empty bottles and leave fresh ones. I don’t like drinking out of plastic bottles and I definitely don’t appreciate trudging to the grocery store for milk that is probably old every 3 days.
There are delightful descriptions of milk floats making deliveries in British literature and I always feel deprived when I read them.


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