I scream, you scream. We all love ice cream

Here's an extract from my book, Good Morning Yesterday, about the Ice Cream Man who came to our kampong: "He usually came in afternoon at around 2 o’clock. We would look out for the sound of his bell. He sold two types of ice cream. One was ice cream cut into rectangular blocks and sandwiched between wafer biscuits. The other was two scoops of ice cream sandwiched between two small slices of bread. Unusually one of us boys would take the orders from the other siblings and walk out to his tricycle along the main road to do the purchase. Sometimes, on the way back, with both our hands full, we would encounter a passing car. We tried in vain to shield our precious ice cream from the cloud of yellow dust churned up by the passing vehicle."