A Cuppa, A Raindrop, and a Ring's Beginning Right then, you lovely lot, grab a biscuit and settle in, because I've got a yarn to spin for you today. It was a rather typical Tuesday, I recall, with the sort of grey, persistent drizzle that makes you yearn for a good, strong brew and a cosy corner. I was perched at my favourite spot in the workshop, surrounded by sketches and the gentle hum of the polishing machine, when a thought, quite literally, just popped into my head. It wasn't some grand epiphany, mind you; more like a quiet nudge from the universe, hinting at something elegantly simple y...