In the past [up to the 1970s] diaries would issue milk tokens, special coins that were the equivalent of a pint of milk. As a child, as I remember, we would leave milk tokens out for the milk man and he would leave the requisite number of bottles.
Milk tokens are a spin off the token economy that was in operation from the 1700's onwards.
it seemed natural enough
to pop a milk token
into the gas meter and
turn the dial to get the gas
round and green
concentric circles on one side
the size of a shilling
and I suppose the same weight
as it made the gas flow
that’s it
no more
just a stray
Saturday morning memory
floating to the surface
fifty plus years later
The poem is what it says, a memory.
Perhaps it is the fact we have been locked down for so long that I am trawling my memories for subject matter? It's a modest little poem. But it works.
I leave you with live music from Annabelle Chvostek recorded just as Montevideo was about to go into lockdown last year. Her new album is out, it is superb, and you can buy it here.
Until next time.
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