I don’t think I’ve ever eaten as much ice cream as I have had since we’ve moved.

It’s not me. It’s the ice cream.

It’s everywhere! For some reason, ice cream and rivers go hand-in-hand or something, because there is an absolute plethora of ice cream sellers up and down the waterfront. From the kindly old man pushing his little ice cream cart (my favourite kind of ice cream!) to fancy Italian gelato.. I’m tempted everywhere I turn.

I see ice cream when doing the school run.

I see ice cream when I’m taking the kids down the riverside for a bike ride.

I see ice cream when we’re popping out for an evening stroll.

IT’S. EVERYWHERE.

So it’s kinda no wonder that I eat ice cream almost… errrrr………….. every day.

Thank goodness I do heaps of walking now (I clock in between 10,000-15,000 steps daily), or I’ll be fat as a house!