Buh-bul

There's something very therapeutic about sitting on the back steps on a clear autumn morning blowing bubbles. Watching the light make iridescent rainbows dancing over the lawn and up, over the fence and away...


If you're feeling mellow, you can just dip and blow, dip and blow.

Then, there's the quest for the perfectly uniform stream of smaller bubbles, or slowly blowing one enormous bubble.

The baby is entranced, and the three year old runs around, squealing, trying to pop as many as he can.

When you catch a glimpse of your two beautiful offspring surrounded by a cloud of shimmering, dancing balls in the morning light, you get that fleeting moment of pure, unadulterated bliss that you wish you could bottle and take with you to open and sniff when you are feeling low.

Hang the free nappies and bottom cream: they should hand out a bottle of bubble mixture to every new parent.