Living on a farm is amazing. we have no neighbours.
We have no neighbours,
This is the best thing in my opinion. as well as the space and the animals of course.
There are some things we miss out on though.
We don’t get charty bags in the letter box. No Avon Lady calls. Our post and refuge collection is always really late because we are on the rural route.
Our children will never be able to ‘call’ on their friends like I did. They won’t be able to play kirby unless they visit someone else’s house.
The one thing I think is the worst though is that we get no ice cream man.
The Greensleeves you all take for granted and the children whining for a Mr Whippy will never happen here.
Well guesss what? It maybe the middle of October but, today, an icecream vam visited and believe me, it was an event.
He even played the tune.
I knew he was coming but I kept it from Boo to avoid the three hour chanting- ‘ice cream mummy?’
My niece sent me a text to say he was five minutes off so we went downstairs, I put the baby in the pram and, as I opened the gate, the icecream man came down the drive.
I wish I could have captured the look on Boo’s face. She was delighted and ran to the van.
Unfortunately, there was already a queue when we got there and, despite running to the front and eyeing up everyone else’s confections, she did wait patiently.
We all had icecream, even Hubster. Plus Baby G couldn’t be left out.
The fact that we are not used to icecream vans coming to the farm made it even more special and I think it will be a day Boo will remember for a very long time.