A Cuppa, a Memory, and a Spark of Inspiration You know, some mornings just start differently, don’t they? I was sat there, cuppa in hand, watching my old dog, Buster, snoozing by the fireplace, his little tail occasionally thumping the floor in a dream-induced chase of some phantom squirrel. The sun was streaming in, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air, and it got me thinking about all the little treasures we hold dear, the things that connect us to our loved ones, furry or otherwise. It was a lovely, quiet moment, the kind that reminds you why we do what we do here, pouring our hea...
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