ICE CREAM

Oh, gather round, my fellow readers, for a tale of frozen delights and sweet serendipity! Today, on a scorching day in dear old Yorkshire, we were graced with the presence of none other than Mr Whippy himself. The troops, parched and longing for relief, eagerly anticipated the arrival of ice lollies and the legendary '99.

Now, here's the twist: The clock struck 2:30pm, the appointed hour for Mr Whippy's arrival, and like ants on a sugar high, some of our eager beavers found themselves outside, eagerly awaiting the majestic ice cream van. But lo and behold, a different ice cream truck pulled up instead! Oh, the audacity of it all! Undeterred, our zealous team members quickly took it upon themselves to orchestrate a makeshift ice cream haven in our humble car park.

Just as dairy chaos threatened to consume us, destiny stepped in, grinning mischievously. Suddenly, like a sugary superhero swooping in to save the day, Mr Whippy himself graced us with his presence. Disaster averted, our heroes rejoiced, as they indulged in swirls of heavenly goodness, adorned with vibrant Hundreds & Thousands.

And now, my dear readers, with spirits rejuvenated and taste buds tingling, we embark on the final push before the bank holiday weekend. Fuelled by sugary syrup and a sprinkle of delight, we shall conquer whatever challenges lie ahead, for we are a force to be reckoned with!

Here's to frozen delights, unexpected twists, and the unyielding spirit of our team. Until the next sweet adventure, stay frosty, my friends!

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