I would like to add a word of thanks to our brave postmen, paper boys and girls, and all other delivery personnel trying to provide a service in the atrocious weather we are experiencing.

Their efforts have reminded me of a similar time years ago when I delivered milk with one of those hand-controlled carts in the Albion Hill area of Brighton.

I was in a dead end street and as I began to turn the cart around at the end, the camber on the road caused the cart to tumble over.

There was an almighty crash as crates and bottles smashed to the road and a gurgling sound as the milk poured along the gutter. To this day I can still see all of the front bedroom lights being turned on and the faces of residents as they looked out into the dark to see what was going on.

At that time there was an old chap working for the Co-op whose feet were permanently turned out at 90 degrees. I knew him as “Kipper”. Apparently he had been a milk delivery man in Brighton since he was a young boy. I was told he obtained his feet after pushing a milk deliver cart up and down the Hanover hills of Brighton throughout his working life.

Maybe it is not such a bad thing that most of us today buy our milk at a supermarket.

Ken Strudwick
Hayley Road, Lancing