A Cuppa, A Memory, and the Spark of Something Special You know, just the other morning, I was sat there, proper early, with a steaming mug of builders' tea, watching the sun trying its best to peek through the workshop window. It was still a bit quiet, that lovely calm before the delightful chaos of another day of crafting begins. And as I stirred my tea, I found myself thinking about all the bits and bobs we’ve made over the years, the stories behind them, and how each piece seems to carry a little echo of someone's heart. It really does get you, doesn't it, how a tiny something, a little bit...
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