Up until a week ago I thought the last checkbox to be ticked upon totalling immersing myself into British life was to get a dentist. That done, I felt I was now truly here and settled. Then we got a coffee maker that automatically makes capuchinos and lattes, as well as espressos and americanos. For this you need to fill up the milk flask. We have clients in almost on a daily basis and the machine gets used a lot. And we find we go through a lot of milk now. Each morning was a trip to the nearest petrol station for yet another pint.
A truly British bastion, the milkman.
I phoned up and arranged M-W-F delivery. I explained that we had a training company, lived over the shop, so sometimes our needs were commerical and other times residential, the number of people varied each week so we didn't always need the same amount each time. My first order was mainly to stock up.
- 1 pint regular milk
- 1 pint Channel Island milk
- 6 pints semi skimmed milk
- 1 dozen eggs
- 1 loaf bread
Monday that came and I was delighted.
I truly
am British now!
The next delivery was to be on Wednesday, and we really only needed to replenish the semi-skimmed, so I left the outside light on and a note: "Only 5 pints of semi-skimmed milk please."
And the order came.
- 1 pint regular milk
- 1 pint Channel Island milk
- 5 pints semi skimmed milk
- 1 dozen eggs
- 1 loaf bread
Apparently I had my British wrong.
I
should have written: "5 pints of semi-skimmed only, please."
This morning, Friday, my note was left: "Nothing today please."
Whew. And nothing was left.
Today for course lunch we will be having a LOT of sandwiches and 48 deviled eggs.
