I love watching children eat ice cream. I thoroughly recommend putting the two together for a truly uplifting experience. For ten subliminal minutes they transcend into a heavenly state that yoga gurus can only dream of, as their tiny pink tongues wrap around dollops of the cold creamy stuff which also manages to cover their rosy cheeks and button noses, before slopping onto their clothes and smothering their pudgy little hands. For this is how an ice cream should always be devoured. Uninhibited bliss. Try it some time. On Sunday I was hugely privileged to watch Zoe experience her first ice cream. As a self-confessed ice cream queen, I will put this on a par with swimming with dolphins.