Now there's something that hasn't changed in my lifetime (and god knows how many years before me). Little trundles of joy, spreading sun and happiness in their wake.
The expectant stare upwards into the open window; the synthetic gunk expertly swirled into the cone; the sound of the jingle when they've run out of ice cream.
The childlike glee over a small wee chocolate flake seems as real and intense now as forty years ago. For me anyway.
And last time the ice cream vendor gave me a free half-cone of ice cream for Bobby. Which Bobby thought very considerate....
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About Me
- Gary
- In my twenties I was a failed poet. In my thirties I wrote a book on gambling which was very nearly published. In my forties I wrote a small book about moving from London to Shropshire, which remains unpublished. Into my fifties and the quest continues...
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