Christmas ice cream

On Christmas Eve, I had a Kirstie Allsopp moment and made a multitude of brightly coloured, sparkly, ice cream snowballs. Christmas day came, Jamie was too ill to eat them, so they went back in the freezer.

I have offered him these painstakingly created, beautiful balls of loveliness EVERYDAY since Christmas, and everyday his answer is "maybe tomorrow mummy".

So now I'm eating them. Don't particularly like them, but I'm eating them anyway. That'll teach the ungrateful little swine.