I love asking "Why?"
I ask it many times a day without realising it.
Fortunately for those in earshot, these questions are silent ones.
Today I walked along a paved footpath with old yorkshire stone slabs that were very 'beaten up’.
"Why do I enjoy these so much when they are so impractical, being full of holes with deep cracks around them?"
"Why don't I prefer smooth 'modern' ones?"
