While I was an evacuee in Ballinluig, Perthshire in 1939, one morning Mrs Campbell, (the lady we were billeted with) sent my cousin Tommy and I to the nearest farm with a sort of bucket to collect some milk. Dutifully we went on our way to walk the half mile or so to the farm.

There, the farm hand took the bucket from us and began milking the cow straight into our bucket. When he was done he asked us if we would like to take a drink from the bucket.

"What?!" said Tommy and myself in unison. "Do you think we are daft? There is no way under the sun we are going to drink cow's pee.

We know cow's milk comes in bottles and you get it from the dairy shop around the corner".

AH!! the innocence of youth.

Tommy



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