I had a hankering for an ice pole. Yes, it's cold and wet and miserable outside but fuck it, I have an imagination, I can pretend! The shop only had these insane pod like nonsense so we settled for Calippos. Or Julie did and I had this Ribena knock-off one which wasn't bad but you know, no artificial anything so a little more bland than usual. I was whining about the lack of real ice poles and Mum was all they had them, shurrup.
"No! Those were stupid ones. Real ones are neon bright and like a foot long." Here I extended my arms (with caution for reasons I'll come back to) rather wide. Distance and measurement were never my strong points.
"Boys must love you," my mother laughs and I choke on my iced treat. THEN JULIE WAS AWESOME
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