House Party

The view across the fields from my writing shed has been partly obscured by a magnificent Christmas tree, which having spent at least three weeks in my centrally heated house 10 years ago, successfully acclimatised to the vagaries of the British weather. I’ve been staring at it, in between writing, thinking about whether I should curtail its size before it gets any bigger. I was leaning towards a judicious prune when a large family of sparrows descended among its branches. Just a couple of minut...