This morning, I woke to find my family had been replaced by a pack of trolls.
The tall one was gruff and grouchy and needed strong coffee to get going. Once this was dispatched, he went on his grumpy way, but I was forewarned - the other members of the pack would be making their appearances shortly.
The furry one clattered up and down the stairs busily with the medium-sized troll, playing some sort of 'you go next - I go first!' game I was afraid to learn the rules of, while the youngest one drummed her head and heels on the ground for what felt like hours at a time and howled.
For no apparent reason. You see the trollishness of it all?
I would take refuge with the cats in my bedroom, but the cats? Are still pissed we brought home the dog-shaped object.
I think I may go explore the attic.