Those were the days when you used to get little bottles of milk delivered, one for each child at the school. The crates were left in the playground, and in winter the bottle tops would be pushed right up with ice! In summer, by mid-morning break the milk would be practically off. Also, many of the foil tops would be full of holes where the birds had pecked at them (gross). We used to wash and keep the foil bottle tops for art classes, where we’d smother them in Copydex and inflict our sticky offerings upon unsuspecting parents at home time.
I recall there were a few children who had drinks of orange instead. I have no idea why they were the ‘chosen ones’. Maybe their mum’s wrote a note saying they were too delicate for dairy?!