I love Irene.
Whenever the mood takes me, I point to the freezer and ask for 'Irene'.
That's what I call ice-cream.
I only discovered it recently.
It is wonderful.
Mum isn't too fussed on me eating ice-cream because she says it's impossible for me to eat it without making a big mess. And we happen to have chocolate ice-cream at the moment.
But I'm happy to take that risk.
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