The time must be approaching when I eat an ice cream. I only have one about once a year and it has been a long time since I had my last. Somebody's partner bought a small box of them and it is sitting in our freezer. But that is no fun. I need to go out and buy one, freshly served in a cone.
The weather needs to be fine and sunny and spring like and I will be right in the mood. Rum and raisin is my old favourite but I quite like pistachio too.
Of course ice cream never tastes as good as it did when you were a kid. Nothing like a Peter's brick of ice cream on top of fruit salad. I never liked the chocolate in the umm umm, not cosmopolitan, what was it called?
Used to eat an occasional pine lime Splice when I was in my thirties and Heaven when they appeared.
Cream in Between has a bit of different meaning now to me. Who on earth thought putting ice cream between two flat pieces of cone was a good idea? Eat that and not make a mess?
A Dixie cup was quite good and I used to like the little wooden paddle shaped thing that came with it.
A Drumstick was a bit dearer and more of a treat.
I just know you are waiting for it M'lord but it is not as you may expect. I never really liked a Golden Gaytime.
Sand in the ham sandwiches, sunburn, bright hot sun, cool water, flies, shells, half cold tea from a thermos which had probably leaked onto something, the smelly creek, was all out patiently played out until we received an ice cream from the kiosk at Mordialloc Beach. Then we would suddenly become tired and irritable. Can we go home now?