I marvel at the unshakable optimism of our local ice cream man. He drives around our area between four and five almost every afternoon, whatever the weather. You are as likely to get an ice-cream from this guy in the depths of winter as you are on the hottest summer's day. I fear his optimism may have been a triumph of hope over experience today though. Thoughts of running across the road in the wind and driving snow to buy an ice cream were not appealing.
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