In a rare moment of weakness, the Coffee Lady buys an interiors magazine. She likes to imagine it may help with her choice of carpet.
The Coffee Lady has forgotten that it is almost Christmas.
The houses in the magazine have no carpets. All the floors are painted white in order to look wintry. The magazine is full of trees and weirdness. It is full of people who have put rather too much thought into their Christmas decorations. It is not full of people who have bought two odd baubles a year in the January sales.
The Coffee Lady is alarmed to discover that she is meant to be making her own wrapping paper and learning to fold table napkins into different shapes (she can choose from 'easy' or 'tricky'). She is meant to be covering matchboxes with coloured paper and hanging them from ribbons to make advent calendars.
No matchboxes can be found in the Coffee House. The Coffee Lady ponders that giving up smoking all those years ago was clearly a mistake.
The Coffee Lady begins to panic.
Then she remembers last Christmas, when she still had ME. The day she was very pleased to be able to get out of bed for long enough to watch the Little Lattes open their presents. The day she had to go back to bed almost as soon as they had done.
The Coffee Lady gets things into perspective. She will not make her own advent calendar, or her own wrapping paper. She will buy her Christmas meal pre-prepared from Marks and Spencer.
She will thank her lucky stars.