Lindsay Woods: If the snow gave us ‘Breadmageddon’, the heatwave gave us an ice-pop equivalent

I reached maximum ice-pop consumption during the heatwave, writes Lindsay Woods.

It turned me into a veritable connoisseur on all things frozen, laced with sugar, luridly coloured and with enough preservatives to convince me that I would never sleep again and instead stare blankly at the walls until my glucose levels return to some sort of normality.