Finding a voodoo doll can be slightly disconcerting. Especially if it's a specially crafted voodoo doll and it's lying on your editor's desk.

When Marion's mum sent her a beautiful doll of Marion herself we all fell immediately in love with it. There was this personalised, handmade doll of exquisite detail. She had multi-coloured hair, fish net leggings and her own jewellery, the likeness was quite eerie.

When Marion was taken to hospital and ended up having her appendix out no one thought to question the doll. I mean, voodoo magic is not that uncommon is it? Drinking my morning tea, my eyes turned suspiciously to the doll that was sitting innocently on top of the Collins Thesaurus. Grabbing the mini-Marion doll I pulled up her skirt and checked where her appendix would be. I was convinced I would find a pin or hole there but there was nothing. Relieved, I placed the doll back on her perch and returned to work. You can't be too careful when it comes to voodoo.

(I would just like to take a moment to apologise to Marion's mum about harbouring such thoughts about her beautiful doll but it's better to be safe than sorry. What if someone had dropped the doll in the office shredder?)