We just had a Mr Whippy Ice-cream van go down our little street. It's a very rare occurrence. Like, so rare I don't actually remember the last time one came this way. Anyway, as it is so very rare I readily agreed to the kids' request for an ice-cream cone and trotted out onto the road with them, purse at the ready.
Two ice-cream cones later I am currently rocking Best Mum In The World status AND since it's a little past midday they're not hungry so I don't need to make lunch. Awesome on both counts.
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"Sweet" memories (of how I ran barefoot in dog-poo, fell and lost my ice-cream - and my Cousin was laughing, too!)
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