Friday was picnicing, with Johnny's pre-school buddies, to celebrate Father's Day. We went up to the top of Wittenham Clumps. There were plenty of Daddies, lots of happy small folks and Felipe, from Orange Lobster.
He's a bubble sculptor and we had the most magical picnic watching him. Bubbles are truly one of life's simple pleasures. There's something hypnotic about watching them float away
But these were no ordinary bubbles - they were the big Daddy of all bubbles. Bigger than the children. We had a turn on the smaller giant bubble wand (the kids couldn't have lifted the big one).
And of course, one had to come home with us. So we needed industrial quantities of bubble mix. Luckily, Felipe has a recipe for the homemade stuff on his website. It does require glycerine, so off I went to Boots to get some. It was a rather strange shopping experience.
Me: Can I have some glycerin please?
Pharmacist: Here you are (giving me a teeny weeny bottle).
Me: Oh, I need more than that. Could I have 500 ml please?
Pharmacist: Weeell, I'll sell you 200ml.
I mean, what was I going to do? Lubricate my throat into oblivion?? Do I look untrustworthy?
Anyway, it was enough to get us started.
So if you want me, I'll be out the back perfecting my technique. Or back at the chemist, begging for my next glycerin fix.
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