Tits in Your Milk
I have a new great nephew. He’s called Rew, after his grandfather, my late brother Andrew. I thought today, that he wouldn’t see the phenomenon that was blue tits drinking the cream out of your milk bottle. Such activities are no more in our civilized society But how amazing was it that a bird that weighed no more than a piece of paper would learn to survive by drinking cows milk…go figure. Things are always changing. And like the milk bottle blue tits , there are things that have have gone from our world. Overhead projectors, classified ads in the newspapers, dvds in supermarkets. A road atlas in the car, working phone boxes and waiting a few days in order to collect 24 holiday snaps. oh and the lead pipe from cludo! Nurses wearing paper hats, Pekinese dogs, sideburns, I could go on. these things like the ghosts of life before us are only mildly interesting to a modern eye in passing. I can live without the atlas, the phone boxes and ...