My mum had a thing about homemade ice pops where she’d freeze squash in these plastic molds she got, and then just like hand us a fucking spear of frozen vimto when we asked for 20p to get ice pops. Like great thanks a lot, this is gonna make my hand all gross and melt all over me and snap in like 5 minutes.
And yeah, as you absolutely can tell from this story, we were the poshest people on our street. Don’t know why refusal to spend 20p on an ice pop is the posh mum MO but it is