milking it

As if it wasn't bad enough being woken at 4.30 every morning by the sodding birds having a rave outside the window, I have also discovered that some of our neighbours have their milk delivered. I know this because the loudest milkman in Yorkshire arrives every morning just as I'm falling back to sleep. He's obviously really annoyed at being the only one up and so makes it his mission to have people join him. 
I'd be chasing him down the bloody street if I could be arsed getting out of bed. Which I can't. Obvs.