Tricked the girls into a long walk round Banff by pretending there'd be an ice cream van somewhere.

How how nefarious! My children shall exercise! Oh yes...

Alas, it simply made me fuckwit mum of the day because what this image cannot convey is the accompanying soundtrack from the little little one which went like this:

"Where's the ice cream van? Where's the ice cream shop? I want ice-cream... "

And repeat.

Repeatedly.

In a really whiney voice.

I lost the will to live about twenty minutes in and wished I'd bought cornettos from the garage nineteen minutes earlier :/