Picture this: it’s a dreary Monday morning, the grey British skies are looming overhead, and you’re nestled comfortably in your home with a hot mug of Earl Grey. There’s no frantic rush to catch the bus, no fear of missing …
You know, every once in a while, as I meander around our green and pleasant land, I overhear conversations that get me thinking. One such tête-à-tête, heard whilst queueing for a scone at a local tearoom, centred around this: does …
