Four calling birds

This isn't really anything to do with four calling birds, but it's the fourth day of Christmas. Christmas doesn't always feel like Christmas, but this year, it does. The pieces came together. The worship on Christmas Eve was so REAL. Life was everywhere. At home, everybody helped in the kitchen, and in the afternoon we played silly games, then watched some seasonal television, and had time just to sit and read. Bliss.

Re - silly games. You are never too old for tiddlywinks. Or too sensible, and certainly not too educated.

Since then - good reads, good films, and some long walks. This morning I joined my great friend Nancy and her inexhaustible little terrier for a walk through the woods to a little National Trust tea room. Dog thought all his birthdays had come at once, and I've taught him to catch sticks. Or he's taught me to throw them. Either way, he's such a sweetie.

Over the next few days I will be gradually getting back to work, but I really like working when it's still Christmas. Working a story together surrounded by Christmas music, twinkly lights and holly, fuelled by chocolate, is a magical experience. Try it.