Irate milky/baker boy

The milkman and baker used to come every day with their horse and carts.  Because where we lived was small and a dead end, the horse and carts were left in Fishponds Road, at the entrance to the keyhole, whilst the milky/baker boy went to do their round with a large basket, or crate.  The kids used to sit on the wall and ping stones at the horses’ bottoms, causing them to trot off……… then all the kids would flee before the irate milky/baker boy caught them….. 

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