What a terrible story about Sean and Lesley Kempin (Argus, February 13).

They have built up a wonderful ice-cream round with seven vans, done everything by the book and here they are, two hard-working folk just stabbed in the back for giving a wonderful service to thousands of families and tens of thousands of children.

What are they going to do? We all go out and buy something when the vans come down this road during the summer months, so I can speak for hundreds, and one can always tell how long the van has been static by the time of the next chimes.

Is this going to be country-wide or just our crazy lot going madder and madder?

Where I was born and brought up, in Clapton, east London, we had tricycles with ice-creams, the chaps with their home-made toffee apples and all the other lovely things in the Twenties and Thirties. I came down here in 1934.

-Gerald E Spicer, North Road, Portslade