Frozen

 

Imagine this: It’s a hot day outside (and – if you are particularly unlucky – a hot day inside), it’s been a long and dreadful day at the office, you’re all hot and the clothes stick to your skin while you feel the sweat running down your back. Actually, at the moment little imagination is needed. So this is when my inner child would put simply pout and say: “I want ice cream!!”. My adult (:D yeah, let’s pretend for a moment) self would rather go for a cocktail. So what to do? I’ll tell you….

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