I was trying ever so hard not to post this week. Miss Rose's return to the kitchen was imminent, and I have feared that the frequency of posting of late has put me at risk of becoming one of those irritating blogger's who writes about practically everything they cook. But I'd been feeling a little mopey this week after some minor afflictions left me irritatingly impeded, and the failure of random chance meant I missed out on something I'd been rather looking forward to.  Naturally, any good sulk calls for ice cream, and although I almost managed to quietly wallow in my own self pity, these were just too good not to share...

If you like pretentious cocktails and impromptu wet t-shirt competitions; have an aversion to group stretching; haven’t had a lobotomy recently; and like getting your groove on in sandy places, then these are for you…

Ok, now I know I promised to ease off with the icy taunts, but this is me we're talking about. And ice cream. So naturally that was a complete and utter lie. Hence, a quartet of beauties for your sensory titillation...