When I was growing up in Sheffield the ice cream man served up ice creams and lollies and that was it.
In Loughborough market I find the ice cream van is serving up coffee and posh coffee at that. It makes sense I suppose especially on a cold late January morning but it doesn’t sit right with me somehow. I’m happy with a 99, a screwball, a vanilla cornet with raspberry sauce, a cider lolly.
If I want a coffee I’ll go to a cafe, preferably a greasy spoon.
as hard as I try
I can’t let go of the past
a cold wind blowing