...The Ice-Cream Man rocks on up at the end of your driveway, you run outside with just your undies on (we're talking about Rune, not Mummy, I might add!!!), you thumbs-up the bro down the road swigging back a Tui as he mows the lawns in just his stubbies and his mo, you grab a choice big soft serve with a flake for $2.50, then hang out in the 35 degree heat and get ice cream all round your gobchops and all over Mums sofa, whilst your baby sister chills out in just her nappy and drools like the pitty over the fence as she watched you chow down....
...then you hang out in your togs with the whanau and wonder what to do next that doesnt involve too much effort. Backyard cricket, the water slide despite the hose-ban, and a let Dad slave over the BBQ. Ahhh.... sweet as!
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