Washing-up Liquid

1960s. I watched that bottle on the windowsill. How I wanted it to be finished. I waited and waited for that stream of viscous liquid to run dry but no, it kept on flowing and the dishes kept on being cleaned. I needed that bottle. How could I make that rocket on Blue Peter without it? Days went by, weeks went by and still no bottle. But now my interest was drawn to other things. What was it that made that liquid on the windowsill quite so special? The foam and the froth gave way to laughter as bubbles, blown through plastic hoops and fingers, grew to enormous proportions. My aim - to make the biggest bubble in the universe. I watched the swirling rainbow colours form patterns as the bubbles grew and grew, expanding and bursting into a myriad of thin film particles, speeding away across the galaxy to distant worlds.

Childhood didn't last for long and I never did get my Blue Peter badge but my youthful obsession with that green liquid led me to seek solutions, to ask when and to push the boudaries. After all it's all to do with surface tension.

Submitted by: Anne Storie