A Little Bit of Magic from a Memory Box You know how it is, sometimes you’re rummaging through old drawers, maybe looking for that one misplaced earring (always just the one, isn’t it?), and you stumble across a little treasure. For me, the other day, it was a faded photograph of my gran, bless her cotton socks, taken yonks ago. She was beaming, clutching a tiny, almost imperceptible charm. It got me thinking, doesn’t it always, about how those little bits and bobs we wear aren’t just shiny objects. They’re bits of our story, aren’t they? Every tiny scratch, every slight shimmer, it’s all part...
