Butterflies start to appear. More and more, until a fluttering cloud is all around us. Someone suggests that we exterminate them. I say no.
A friend asks if I speak Welsh. "Only a little bit," I reply and list all the phrases I know. My friend waits impatiently, I can tell he is annoyed. I say I'll get lessons and he promises that when I've learnt Welsh (all of it) he'll take me for a ride on his organic motorbike.
