Construction methods are interesting in these older houses, although ours is nothing like as old as yours. Walls have shifted over more than a century, putting square doors out of alignment with the doorframes. Hinges used are all ‘lost’ with the hinge plates all inside the door and the frame, preventing removal without significant surgery and potentially ruining the woodwork.
Last your I did quite a bit of tuning windows and doors so that they would all open and close freely, and that seemed to still be effective this spring. Partly it was removing multiple layers of paint. including from inside the doorframes, but a fair bit of wood had to come off the bottom of a couple of doors too. Being able to remove doors would have made this process a little easier.
I adored school milk and if a fellow classmate was absent wiuld quickly be waving my hand in the air for seconds.
Best bit was not to shake it and sip the cream of the top.
At home we had 6 pints a day delivered every day and occasionally if our milkman had run out of silver top he left a gold top which was heaven, the cream on top was amazing. On the other hand if a red top was left that was like dish water.
In the summer our milk bottles were stored in a bucket of cold water that sat on the cold slab in the pantry.
Milk is still my favourite tipple.
begs the question… had the milk you enjoyed been left standing outside in the sunshine so that it had curdled… ???
Each morning, some bright soul went around carefully placing sufficient 1/3 pint bottles, outdoors, on the classroom windowsills, so the children could help themselves when they went into the playground at “break”… in good weather it was quickly liquid cream cheese… in winter it was milky icecream… much better.
There’s a well known process caused by sunlight affecting milk, producing the rank flavour that many of os remember with loathing. Simply keeping the milk in the dark would have reduced the foulness.
Drinkable… huh… such a ghastly flavour, definitely a punishment and teacher watched to make sure each of us drank the lot,… no chance to sip and leave the rest (or tip it away…
