It’s Melting

If you happened to notice a 33 year old man (and I use that term loosely) wandering the streets of Williamstown this evening who had half a double scoop gelati plastered across his freshly grown goatee it most probably was me.

It seemed like such a good idea at the time, a nice wander around Willy after dinner, looking at the great old houses whilst eating an ice-cream. The whole plan came unstuck though when cute ice-cream girl gave us both cones with a fault lines running through the middle. It wasn’t long before the coffee gelati was everywhere except the cone and with the one measly serviette saturated by the long gone lemon that had already leaked it became a sticky walk.

Home now, all exercised, washed and relaxed. Could only be better if tomorrow was Saturday instead of Friday.

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