Joy has visited The Coffee House.
I was becoming jaded. I was bored of blogging, I was bored of life. I was bored to tears with our advent calendar. Out it came again, in all its huge, boring, wooden glory, along with the Christmas Ice-Hockey Playmobil which becomes more depleted year on year.
Today I wearily tested all the Christmas tree lights, expecting every single string of them to be dead.
But then a strange thing happened. Not only did all the lights work, but at the bottom of the bag we found something we have been looking for all year.
You may remember the terrifying saga of Marv's missing head, which was only recently reunited with his body. Lotta has remained a mystery for months. While her friends frolicked happily around the Coffee House, with a gleeful disregard for whether or not they were headless, poor Lotta has been shut up in a plastic bag since January.
It makes my current ennui pale into insignificance. I have a poorly foot, too much to do, and children who don't listen to a word I say, but at least I haven't been shoved in the loft for a year. And toys recover fast.
I hope I'll be welcomed back into the fold as quickly.