A Little Flutter of an Idea, You Know?
You know, sometimes the best ideas just sort of sneak up on you, like a friendly robin hopping onto your window sill on a sleepy Sunday morning. I remember it quite vividly, actually. It was a rather blustery autumn day, the sort where the wind tugs at your coat and tries to steal your scarf, and I was sheltering under a big old oak tree, sipping a surprisingly good flask of tea. Overhead, a string of forgotten party bunting, probably from some summer fête long past, was dancing about with such cheerful abandon. Each little flag, frayed at the edges but ...
