I just sneaked out, grabbed the cat and snaffled a bowl of
French vanilla icecream to devour whilst lying here in bed. It seemed a great
idea at the time but everything seems so noisy when you are trying to be quiet
and the icecream had frozen solid which meant tense moments, trying to
desperately chip away at the solid frozen dessert, in the dark, without waking
my favourite little house guests who are sleeping in the lounge. Getting caught at midnight by a 6yr old and an 8yr old with a bowl of icecream is not a good thing.While I
desperately dug into the icecream for what seemed like an eternity, I did get a twang of guilt that I haven’t
made my own yet so maybe next time it will be homemade blackberry icecream?
