The Dulcets were a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow which was a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke.
On the August Bank Holiday, it was a hot sultry Sunday afternoon in the
Village and Alex Norris was as hot and sultry as the weather.
And the children running in and out of the house every five minutes either
bickering or telling tales or saying, “Can I have?” was not cooling her down in
the slightest.
So, she just carried on watching TV with her husband Carlo and tried to
think happy thoughts, which was proving very difficult.
“Thank God” She exclaimed when she heard the tell-tale chimes of the ice
cream van playing “I wish I was in Dixie” in a neighbouring road,
“Nothing says come and get an ice-cream more than a jolly racist tune”
Carlo said as the children came running in from the garden
“Ice cream, Ice cream” they called
“Just a minute kids, Dad will give you some money” Alex shouted to them and he
dug around in his shorts pocket and brought out a couple of two pound coins
which he handed over to the children and they were out the front door in ten
seconds flat, and the moment the door closed Carlo took hold of her hand and
pulled her onto his lap.
“Behave Carlo” she protested “it’s too hot”
“Just give me a kiss” he said
“That’s not going to cool me down, that will just make me hotter” she
said but kissed him anyway.
“Well if its cooling down you need then I can help with that too” he
said
Ten minutes later when the children returned with their ice creams they
found their mum and dad in the back garden where Carlo was spraying their mum
with the hose pipe.
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