Our milkman is not Ernie but Steve. I've just realised what I wrote! No, I haven't 'had the milkman' in that way!
Lou, I think it's great that your mam's milkman looks out for her. It sounds as though the old community spirit is alive and well up north.
My dad was a milkman. He used to get gardening and carpentry work through his milk round as he delivered in a posh area and everyone trusted him. He looked out for people too. When he died, many of his customers clubbed together and bought a wreath.