I remember getting milk at primary in the Sixties. It was a welcome mid-morning ritual and it came in a triangular pack. There must have been a straw too but I don't recall that.
It must have been full-fat milk with all the cream mixed in, which I would struggle with now, as I'm very funny about anything floating in milk these days.
I imagine the mid-morning shot of milk was a Government-backed scheme to strengthen bones and teeth and create a nation of George Bests and Virginia Wades.
It didn't work on me as I was and remain the most unsporty person you are ever likely to know. My milky energy boost will have been absorbed into my pent-up angst at being segregated from the girls at playtime. I was quite the flirt even then, but alas, in our Victorian redbrick school reminiscent of a workhouse, the girls had there own playground with a posse of nuns between them and the boys' yard!
Still, I enjoyed the milk and wonder if it really did help our generation's bones and teeth?
What do you think?
