AKA Popsicles, they are sweet, satisfying and delicious. Some of my fondest childhood memories involve icy-poles - sitting in the botanical gardens eating an icy-pole on a summer's day, sitting by the pool eating an icy-pole on a summer's day, sitting at the beach eating an icy-pole on a summer's day...
For those clever ones out there, my name is Welsh for the smiling basket. Why? Well, a basket is a vessel that appears stable. In fact, it is tightly wound, rarely reveals weakness and is widely accepted not to smile; that's me. I intend to, through this blog, unwind, release my load and smile, hopefully bringing strangers on the joy ride with me. So friends, I am setting out on a journey, and I hope to see you at the other end.
Saturday, 23 February 2013
0036: ICY-POLES
AKA Popsicles, they are sweet, satisfying and delicious. Some of my fondest childhood memories involve icy-poles - sitting in the botanical gardens eating an icy-pole on a summer's day, sitting by the pool eating an icy-pole on a summer's day, sitting at the beach eating an icy-pole on a summer's day...
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