There’s something that always makes me sad about knackered old vehicles up on bricks, and I usually have the uncontrollable urge to want to rescue them. At the top of my most wanted list sits an ice cream van, a vehicle that consistently puts smiles on faces as it pumps out happy tunes and tasty treats. I’d quite like one in the front room, maybe as an office, but Twinkle said no.

My dad was an ice cream man once – I blame him for all this.