It’s a Sunday morning and you’re sitting there waiting for your coffee machine to finish its various gurgles and noises so you can have that all important early morning cup of coffee. Idly, you glance about your kitchen and notice a fleck of paint on the corner of the door. It had been there for years but you never really took any notice of it before.

The bleak winter is getting to you and you’re mooching around trying to decide what to do with yourself. You’re snowbound and the only thing that you can think of doing is sitting in front of your fire, drinking hot chocolate and staring broodingly out of the window. The only thing with that is that you’ve already been doing just that for days now and you’ve have had enough of fires, hot chocolate and mooching.