After spending a day in sparkly London last week I have now banished all thoughts of spring (apart from taking seed catalogues to bed with me, but that’s another blog).  The urban mix of chats over coffee, favourite shops and my agent’s christmas party has whipped me into a suitably festive frame of mind. 

There was even a whisper of Christmas next morning back home in Suffolk, as a passing angel paused on top of the christmas tree.... 

...and by Monday, like shepherds to Bethlehem, the entire starling population was a-chatter.