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Bubbles
I've turned my attention to the garage- which is full of stuff we put in there because we didn't have room for it in the house or weren't using it at the time or couldn't fit it in the dustbin. A lot of this stuff isn't exactly rubbish- and needs to be sorted into piles for keeping and piles for chucking and piles for giving away.
Going through drawers in the bedroom I came across a couple of little plastic pots shaped like tiered wedding cakes that I rescued from weddings that happened a very long time ago- one of which has already ended in divorce. They contain bubble mixture. I have them sitting on the table beside me, next to my laptop and when I run out of less important things to do I pick one up, dip the little wand and blow...
Going through drawers in the bedroom I came across a couple of little plastic pots shaped like tiered wedding cakes that I rescued from weddings that happened a very long time ago- one of which has already ended in divorce. They contain bubble mixture. I have them sitting on the table beside me, next to my laptop and when I run out of less important things to do I pick one up, dip the little wand and blow...