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This is another story of when I was at Corbridge.
You know, you used to go and get your milking done in the morning. Trying to hit the pail was a bit of a hard job and the sides of your dungarees were always soaking wet. At night, we put them on the fire irons on the edge of the fire and the next morning they were lovely and dry, so you used to run down, before anyone was up, put your dungarees on, go outside and start milking.
One morning, I was sitting milking and I felt something crawl up my leg and I thought "What the heck is that?". It was a black beetle! Gees - if there was one, ahh, my goodness, there were tons of them up my overalls, because, you see, they were after the dried-in milk. By the time I got to Aydon White House, I was naked! Mind, I hope nobody saw me. And I'll tell you one thing: my overalls were never hung back up on that fire again. Served me right!