Sir, – Sinead O'Reilly's wonderful poem "Ode to the Milkman" (April 24th) evokes happy memories of my childhood – running to the front door to pick up a bottle of fresh milk.
I was interested in the layer of cream that sat so invitingly at the top of the bottle. I would pierce the silver foil cap and pour the cream over the porridge and breakfast would begin. The Jersey milk bottle was always the creamiest and most sought after. – Yours, etc,
AIDAN RODDY,
Cabinteely,
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Dublin 18.