Quite possibly the best noise you can hear during a childhood summer is the sound of 'Mr Scoopy' and the likes, pulling into your street. Then frantically running round the house looking, or scrounging, for a pound, not just so you can have an ice cream but to experience BUYING an ice cream from a VAN!! A sweet shop RIGHT on your doorstep. Doesn't get any better than that.
Nowadays when I hear the rather poor tune echoing down the road, I get instantly annoyed knowing that the kids are going to ask for some money!....but how can I say no. It's ice cream....from a van!
Nowadays when I hear the rather poor tune echoing down the road, I get instantly annoyed knowing that the kids are going to ask for some money!....but how can I say no. It's ice cream....from a van!
