We made our ice-cream in the cellar. Actually, it was the store-room of the sweet shop my parents kept in the early 1930s, in south-east London. Each Spring, my brother Peter and I were dragooned into helping clear a space amid the cartons of cigarettes and bottles of sweets, for the icecream machine. Truthfully, ‘machine’ […]
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