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Margaret spotted an ice cream van and beckoned me to go and get two as she was still hot and was tired from all the walking. I came back with two cones with scoops of strawberry ice cream and pushed past somebody to get to Margaret.
‘Where’s the ice cream?’ She asked.
‘Eh?’ I looked down and there were just 2 cones in my hand. I had dropped the ice cream out of them somewhere. Margaret looked in front of her where there was a group of drunken rowdy young lads ogling the cheerleaders as they headed the floats.
‘Hi gorgeous.’ One said whilst grinning like a Cheshire cat.
One of the lads had a light anorak on and I then noticed ice cream dripping out of his coat pocket.
‘Let’s get away from here quick.’ I told Margaret.
We moved a 100 yards away quickly pushing by the on lookers. Margaret was in hysterics laughing tears running down her face.
I looked down the line of the crowds and could see the lad with the anorak in the distance. His mates were laughing at him.
