There is a sudden woeful cry from upstairs. I rush into the bedroom to discover both Pixie and Scooter peering behind the radiator.
“My block. It’s gone,” wails Pixie, trying to press her face closer to the wedged toy.
I spend some minutes poking the object with a ruler but it seems very firmly lodged. Eventually I ask and what colour and shape this AWOL wooden block actually is.
“Would it be like that one there on the floor?” I ask
“oh, yes” Pixie squeals with delight, “that’s it!”