If you offered to take on Dad at a sport (eg tennis) he would often reply "That's fighting talk, that is!" much as I did when Beck challenged me to a game of pickleball on Thursday. Not a specific Dadism, I appreciate, but a phrase he favoured.
Gold Top was, of course, Jersey milk. Dad would often check if the milk was Gold Top especially if Mum served it with a dessert when cream had run out.
Pic of the day: This one's in honour of the recent Issitt Disney wedding. Which niece was the bride, Beck?
I recall that there was a running debate in the house regards the Gold Top - Dad always wanting extra bottles and Mum resisting.
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