After surviving another manic day in Abba land and avoiding horse riddled ikea meatballs I find my self bringing the inner child out to play.
Yea that’s right Bob, inner child I said, with some good old fashioned bubbles, blowing bubbles that is.
We all love them, as long as they don’t burst into your eye balls then jobs a good ‘un. But before you start thinking I’m sitting alone in the corner of my bedroom blowing bubbles whilst listing to heavy metal, your wrong!
It was actually for my offspring to experience some light hearted fun. And guess what? He loved it! Yea maybe he didn’t say it but his face don’t lie.
Reminder to self to be buy a bubble machine so I can join the bambino in the madness of bubble popping.
God bless and good night.