The fairy tale...

Once upon a time lived a beautiful fairy, Toto. She was slim and witty and had the most amazing golden wings. She lived in an enchanted life with her fairy man, Coco. They had been together many moons and had three fabulous fairy babies, whose wings had grown covered in jewels. They were now in their own fairy worlds and love and peace reigned.
Toto had not listened to her own mother's words of wisdom and sat under her enchanted toad stool reading "fairycosmopolitan" instead of studying the magical charms. So she left the fairy academy without her fairy diploma.
So Coco flew around the kingdom doing good, and worked for the family of the fairy king. Toto had to leave her home in the dead of night to go to the mysterious dark woods, where toast and laughter was forbidden.She should have heeded her mother's words. She worked for the witches at the top of the hill. The hill that no fairy worth her wings would want to climb.
All was well in Coco and Toto's world. Until one day while frolicking with unicorns and Pegasus, the worst of the worst happens. He fell and broke his beautiful wings. No amount of love or care would make these wings work. For many moons he lay, Toto had no option. She flew between the mysterious wood and her magic world. But one day Coco could not let her go. She forgot her duties and stayed to return to the mysterious wood the following morning.
Summoned to the top of the hill where the witches sat around their coven, writing accounts of all that went on, using the fingers of their victims dipped in blood as their quills.
Her story of her absence was greeted by un-human chortles "but, but". No buts. They tore off her wings and chopped off her head...
The End.

Those of you that know will understand. Those of you that don't, do not fear I have not lost the plot!
PS. Colin is fine, doing well on the DIY and although slightly down, is lifted by your good wishes and love.