Summer holidays, a heat wave: cue endless requests for ice lollies. I bet my children that I could mak a better ice lolly than those sold for a pretty penny by the hypnotic Mr Whippy van. They were anything but convinced.
Certainly, my homemade ice lollies wouldn't come with any whizz-bang wrapper with rocket ships or space aliens or the hankered after (by the eldest in any case) lurid blue colouring, but I knew, taste-test style, mine would win hands down.
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