An ice cream van just went down the road with its chimes playing a song I remember from my 1950s childhood and which I can't think I've heard since. The chorus goes something like this.
You, me and us;
We are my favourite people
we both go together like peaches and cream
And bells and a church and a steeple.
Ghastly.
Is it a Doris Day number?
Ice cream vans never play anything up to date. I guess it's a copyright thing.
But now I can taste the tinned peach slices in syrup, with cream from the top of the milk bottle, which my mother used to give us for dessert.
"What's for pudding, mumma?"
"Peaches with top of the milk."
"Oooh- super!"
