A Little Story to Start Us Off, Shall We? I was out wandering the other day, you know, just taking a leisurely stroll through one of those absolutely charming antique markets, the kind where every little stall seems to hum with a different, unspoken tale. It really is a proper feast for the senses, isn't it? The air felt thick with the comforting, earthy scent of old leather and that rather distinctive tang of polishing wax, and every now and then, a cheeky ray of sunshine would manage to sneak through the canvas awnings, landing perfectly on some forgotten trinket, making it gleam like it hel...
