I was living in my lovely little two-bedroom flat in north London... and suddenly, I couldn't just walk down the street and buy a pint of milk.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I can remember standing in a W.P.A. line with a gunny sack, and I remember having to buy chocolate milk instead of white because it was one cent cheaper.
I remember everyone in my nursery school class getting a carton of milk before the day started. Only, I got mine about 20 minutes later than everyone else because it had to be kept on the radiator for a short while. I liked warm milk when I was small.
I left home because I was hungry.
I like to be able to get up and go and buy a pint of milk without bumping into 20 people I know.
A couple of weeks after the Olympics, I thought I'd pop down to my local supermarket and do some grocery shopping. One person came up to me in the frozen food aisle, and that was it. I was mobbed, and I had to leave my shopping. Now, I either shop online or go very late at night when the supermarket's nearly empty.
Milk is a really important part of my diet. For London, I had to be in the best shape of my life, and having milk every day played a part in that.
Coffee in England is just toasted milk.
As a child I was sometimes so hungry that I used to dream that one day I'd get locked in a grocery store.
There've been times when I've bought a whole pound of cheese and walked down the street and eaten it in one go.
My grandfather milked several cows twice a day and supplied the neighbours with dairy products. He liked to go visiting around the county on Saturdays, and he also enjoyed the neighbours when they came by once a week with their empty milk jars. He walked them out to their cars and hung over the driver's side window until they drove off.