With the aid of eco friendly washing up liquid and scissor handles, I been blowing more bubbles and trying to get arty.
Here's a picture of a string of bubbles, as plain as the day they were took, and then again, after a little insoluble editing:
And the best bubble, of all, landed on the floor:
I guess that in many ways, this is what I'm all about. Living on the edge; blowing freely with me scribing, and ironing out the wrinkles when I can.