Balcony Sunshade in Pale Blue (Or a Story About Invention)

Necessity is the Mother of Invention Once upon a time not so long ago, an old man and his older wife were sat on their balcony enjoying the sunshine. Except that the sun was oh so bright that every day, after only ten minutes, they would shuffle back inside to avoid the glare. “What we need,” says she “is a sun-shade.” “Right ho” says he and he shuffles out the apartment, down the four flights of stairs, along the highway for a mile and to the store. “We want a sun shade as it’s too hot to sit out on the balcony.” The salesman rubbed his chin, and disappeared to the back of his shop. After much muttering, clattering and the occasional grunt, the salesman...