My dad always waited for the milkman Saturday and Sunday mornings hoping to get a bucket of" you know what", Copeley Street was a cul-de-sac, so the horse had to turn around and l think it was a case of who shoveled" you know what" first,providing the horse dropped some good look of course, we always had a good patch of rubarb every year,once my dad told me to go and shovel up some the horses goodluck, l even had the bucket and shovel waiting at the end of the entry but thank goodness the horse made a clean pass.