Even so, it was something of a surprise to find it where we did. After all, the expedition had been underway for little over a month. It had been hard, difficult, making our way through the unmapped wilderness. We considered ourselves fortunate that we'd only lost one of our party who'd gone back to the kitchen, so she said, 'to make us all a cup of tea' and hadn't been seen since. However, from our - admittedly somewhat sketchy – understanding of the arcane mysteries of the TV schedules, we had some idea of where she'd gone. About the fate of that promised cup of tea, its whereabouts is unknown to this day.
For those of us still in the bewildering complexity of the exploration, though, we had no alternative, but to carry on deeper and deeper into the unknown.
It was getting late now and that small square of light that still remanded however distant it grew as we moved deeper into the darkness and the unknown. It reminded us of a calm, rational and ordered world that lay beyond this unexplored hell-hole. The light back there was fading fast and we knew that if we did not find the promised treasure soon, it would be turning as dark out there as it was in here and none of us wanted that.
There were rumours there was still someone trapped up here from the last expedition into the attic. Somewhere amongst all these mysterious boxes, chests, suitcases and other containers with their unknown and mystifying contents, my long-lost father was up here somewhere, still trying to fix a TV aerial that had long superseded by modern technology.
We were glad that we did not find him, because if he discovered that England had not won the World Cup since 1966, and that all his efforts had been in vain... well, sometimes it just isn't worth carrying on.
However, she did eventually turn up with the promised cup of tea... and some biscuits, so it wasn't all in vain after all, even though by then we'd all long forgotten what we came up here to look for.
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