ICE-CREAM, ICE-CREAM, ICE-CREAM

When journeying back from the wild lands of the University of York campus (which is unnervingly empty and lacking in people, although there are still surprising numbers of lone wanderers) we heard a strange and distant sound. As we approached we realised that the tinkling strains were in fact the joyous song of the ice-cream van. At which we became very gleeful (Jayne especially; Megan felt a bit confused about how old she was supposed to be). Rounding the corner, we caught sight of the van within a stone's throw: as we were about to reach it the van pulled away and drove down the street! Much dismay, distress and wailing as you can imagine. However, the van then did proceed to stop again within reach of our wild chase (or rapid walking in Megan's case) and we purchased stunning 99 flakes which were only £1. And very large. And had sauce. So we journeyed back to our lovely house and lived happily ever after.