And the cunning little blue **** who would often beat you to it and peck holes in the tops to take a sip or two... My mum got wise to their tricks and would save any suitable little containers and put these out with the empties so our milkman could cover the full bottles when he delivered them to the front porch.
I was brought up with full fat products and have never willingly gone low fat. The only compromise I ever made was to use skimmed milk in my tea and coffee. Going low carb after becoming diabetic was a pleasure and delight as I can no longer be made to feel guilty about my fatty eating habits.