with sneaking a bikkie from the tea room at lunchtime is that you then have to make yourself a cup of tea and have another bikkie to go with it. Well, I mean, I suppose no one actually
forced me. But you know what I mean. (visions of tea lady squads bursting through the door and holding you hostage with a teapot until you give in and accept a cuppa and an iced vo-vo. Actually, I haven't seen iced vo-vos in the shops for ages. I wonder if Kevin has bought the entire supply?)
For non-Australian readers (sorry Anti-ob you don't count cause you've probably eaten these) this is an Iced Vo-vo.

Piccy snicked from Wikipedia.
I've just learned, courtesy of Wikipedia, that all I have to do to get a
shipping crate of these lovelies is to become Prime Minister and mention them in my election night victory speech. Bugger, every
manperson and
histheir dog will be doing this now.