When potential emigrees from the big city consider buying their village cottages or whatever, they usually half expect that certain services could not be as good as those formerly enjoyed.

I think it meet that one such who has lived in Sibford these twenty years or so express profound thanks, widely affirmed, to two particular services rendered by, first, Nigel Judd whose daily clatter in our letterboxes and courteous attention is so welcome. Secondly to the unfailing George Hall for his self-effacing manner when the clinkety-clink for the 364 days of the year is heard, to say nothing of the kindly help he gives apart from his normal routine. Whatever shall we do if this government carries out a threat to centralise milk deliveries?