Humorous poem about mushy ice cream.

An interactive story with my children.

Vanilla shakes and microwavable hot dogs.

A lovely band I wish they could play for me too.

I grew up in 1960’s England, at a time when the world was changing very fast. My grandma was my link to the past, while my parents were forward looking and full of life.

The truth was putty did not like fighting. There was a white grey Alsatian belonging to another boy of the village.

Enjoying two scoops of Breyers Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream on a sugar cone.

Poem about a Father’s love.

One of the hidden facts of life is that people who either produce or deliver products know a lot of deeply covered facts. This is just a story that tells some of the ones I learned while a truck driver, grocery store stocker and milk bottler.

A day out.