Just broken a nice ornament that was on the mantelpiece. It happened, as do so many bad things in my life, because I was pretending to be Taylor Swift. Flung my arm dramatically in the air, and my phone flew out of my hand and made a beeline for the chimney breast. It pulled down the fairy lights along the mantelpiece, and in turn they took the light, drawings, framed photo and little lego Indiana Jones man down with them onto the fireplace. Little bits of thin porcelain everywhere. Bollocks.