Hello again my little cookie crumbs! Dear me it’s hot, and what better in summer than some scrumptious Turkish ice cream – or ‘Kahramnanmalash Dondurmalsi’ as the natives call it! Dondulumasi is of course Arabic for Ice Cream from the region of Kanmananmarsh! Goodness me, did we get a shock when we asked for our dooldumnasi! A man in a fez wielding a massive metal rod started shouting things at us and smashing pots and bells that dangled over his head in true barbarian fashion! Well butter my scones, I thought, all poor Mabel wants is some refreshing ice-cream, yet you would think we were going to do battle with Genghees Kahn! Hubby Phil and I thought it uncalled for and demanded my dondullumnasi without further ado! But then he had the cheek to toy with me! I reach to grab the ice cream on the end of his rod, and he flips it over! I reach again and he flips it back! Utter tomfoolery! Then he took the ice cream cone off the end of the rod and extended it out to me in his hand with a devious smile! But Mabel Micklethwaite wasn’t born yesteryear! He was obviously going to continue tormenting me! So I remembered my self-defence classes from Slough community centre (thanks Asheef!) and got his arm into a full body lock! As I twisted and pulled, he begged me to release him, immediately letting go the ice cream into Phil’s hands! He wasn’t so haughty now, pleading for mercy from yours truly! I let it be known that I would be denouncing him to the tourist police! Honestly, it takes just one person like this to ruin it for everyone! Next time Phil and I are going to the Kandalanmalash donodurmnisi place across the street instead! Ta-ta till next month my little tim tams!
