A Cosy Cuppa, A Little Memory, And A Lightbulb Moment You know, sometimes the best ideas really do just pop into your head when you're least expecting them. I was having a proper cuppa the other day, proper builder's tea, mind you, with a biscuit or two, watching the rain patter against the windowpane. It was one of those gloriously grey British afternoons that just screams 'cosy up'. My cat, Marmalade, was curled up on my lap, purring away like a tiny, furry engine, completely oblivious to the world outside. The scent of rain-soaked earth drifted in through the slightly ajar window, mixing wi...
