Some while ago, I ordered a few little items from a well-known online sale site. The gentleman from whom I purchased the little items was so delighted, as they were from his late mother's doll's house collection, that he gave me a tiny gift. It was a tiny paper angel. He apologised and said that unfortunately she has a broken wing, but thought that maybe I could repair it.
I was more than happy to receive this tiny angel and waited patiently for my purchases to arrive. When I received them a few days later, there she was, this poor tiny angel, all carefully wrapped up.
As I looked sorrowfully at her, I immediately realised that I found the perfect place for her A lonely little Christmas tree in the doll's house was missing an Angel. The rest is history...