My grandfather used to get up and deliver milk to people’s houses in a horse drawn cart every morning at 5AM. He wasn’t a milkman, he was just clinically insane.
Haven't seen posts from you for a while. Keep up the good work! X
We got our kicks by showing younger children the star on the end of the cow's teat.
My grandfather was a technician at the Greenwich Research Laboratory he invented the first gas poker, and made a pair of handcuffs that Houdini at the beginning of his career couldn't get out of & he never told anyone but my grandmother.
He was also the technician at the first splitting of the atom and was patted on the back for it whilst all the Toffs threw their top hats in the air.
He never made any money out of these ventures at all but got some sort of certificate from King George which was always on the mantelpiece.
So he knew Ernest Rutherford, no less. I'd have loved his job.
My great grandfather drove around in a horse drawn wagon inducing insanity in others all over Kansas, Missouri and Ohio. (Traveling preacher, oh the shame)
LOL! Very funny! My grandad used to go to the flea market and buy shoes like they had gone out of style (which they likely had). He'd ride his bike, good weather or bad, until he had a chance meeting with a larger, more substantial vehicle.
When he was younger, and driving, I was told, he'd often wake up screaming like the passengers in his car.
And He still got them Christmas cards...lol.
Hey, watch your mouth! Not only did my grandfather do the same, my dad & uncle followed in his footsteps....literally! But with trucks. Also we made the milk from our own cows, so you & your sleep-late wimpy grandfather can just fergedabowdit!
He clearly was short of a few pints if not cows in the paddock and dairy.