I haven’t had letter spaghetti since I was in primary school. It was either letter spaghetti or the Barbie one. My brother would have Thomas the Tank Engine spaghetti. Every day after school we would have a bowl full.
Feeling a bit nostalgic I treated myself to a tin. Just as good as always.
There’s nothing worse than finding the freezer frozen over leaving no room for your ‘Chocolate Fudge Brownie’ ice cream. It was only a matter of time before the ice cream would start to melt. So, armed with a hammer, screwdriver and goggles (because safety is sexy) my hero came to the rescue. Now our ice cream has a home. Until we devour it. That shouldn’t take too long. A day maybe?
I love the view out of Jade’s bedroom window on days like this.