A memory

Eating ice cream from a plastic cone with a ball of bubblegum at the bottom outside B&Q as a child. It's a sunny day and the sound of the ice cream van's tune is tinkling away. Small conifers lined up neatly outside the door. My sister's face covered in ice cream, smiling. Other children pestering and pleading to their Mums and then their Dads for a lolly or a Choc-ice. My Dad wearing a black baseball hat sitting in the driving seat of our brown Cavalier estate (C952 FGS) and my Mum smiling, holding my hand.