I want more bubbles.
As my body glued itself to the seat of my car in the stinking heat of the afternoon sun, I let out a sigh and hung my head out the window for some fresh air. I can’t really blame anyone but myself today for dressing in tight jeans and a merino singlet. Definitely not heat friendly attire.
My situation was aggravated with the purchase of one of those smelly, dangly things that hang around the rear-vision mirror. And I thought my car smelt bad before! The sickly disinfectant smell of the fake palm tree I had just bought, reeked something chronic in the hot sun. Too much heat, too much much traffic on a Friday afternoon and too much for my nose to properly handle.
Which is why my mood brightened slightly when sitting in a queue of cars, I noticed a few dozen bubbles sailing through a congested intersection. I don’t know where they came from or what they were doing there, but there was something cheerful about the sight of a playful pack of bubbles making their way easily through the mess of vehicles.
So I’ve decided that bubbles are a good mood booster. Either that, or car air-freshener fumes.