A Rainy Day Reverie and a Spark of Inspiration
It was a particularly blustery Tuesday, one of those quintessentially British days where the sky couldn’t quite decide if it wanted to weep softly or unleash a proper deluge. I found myself ensconced in my favourite armchair, a steaming mug of builders’ tea warming my hands, watching my youngest. The little one was utterly engrossed, trying to decipher a rather elaborate drawing – a majestic cat, if you can imagine, with the most magnificent set of wings, all rendered in enthusiastic crayon. This artistic endeavour wasn't just a doodle; it came w...
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