English summer

It's a perfect English summer Sunday. I manage to convince myself that I've done enough Stuff and off we go to the beach. M goes for a walk and I just lie there, soaking up sun, salt breeze, trashy novel and eavesdropping conversations. It's pure happiness.
Here's my favourite eavesdrop:
She says: What are your plans? (I think she means this evening..)
He's juggling three pebbles, not very well: Oh, I dunno. Work hard, get a couple of promotions, buy a nicer house, start a family maybe. You?
She says: Ice-cream
Hilarity ensues and off they all go, presumably for the ice-cream.