September 16, 2016
When life hands you puppies at a pub in Aberaeron, or more specifically, when a woman you've never met before takes her puppy out of its baby carriage, hands it to you, and asks you if you can watch it while she goes inside, you begin to question everything else you've done your life.
More specifically, you question the sanity of a world in which this has never happened before.
"How did I survive," you may query, "without having had the world's most adorable puppy in one hand, and a pint in the other, while sitting in the sunshine?"
"Why have people not just been handing me puppies" you may ask yourself, "literally every day?"
And the only answer you'll find is you've never been to mid-Wales before.
