When I am feeling a bit weary and Ramona is in need of entertainment I put something ethereal on the boombox, say, Fleet Foxes or a bit of classical, and then I lay on the sofa, her in the crook of my arm, and I blow bubbles. We can do this for a good twenty minutes. It is sublime and, nearly always, just the ticket. Needless to say, I am also become wicked at blowing big bubbles.
My friend Dan Fone took these:
These close ups of Ramona would be classics if it wasn’t for the delicious but crusty smudge of Boursin on her forehead.
Another time I will go Next Level with my own bubble mix and enormous homemade wand.
PS I am actually on ‘oliday in France right now but with my technical wizardry have managed to post this in my absence so you, my dear readers, don’t think I have fallen off the blagon. (New word- blog and wagon. You’re welcome.)