T ap, tap, tap... Elizabeth paused for a moment and looked up from making her mince pies to gaze out of the frosty window.
There he was again, their persistent little red robin. He stared back at her with curious brown eyes, his head tilting from side to side, as if trying to understand what she was doing inside.
A lot, Elizabeth would have said, if only he could understand her.
For the last week she had been busy preparing for Christmas. There was always so much to do and she was beginning to feel overwhelmed. Would she ever get it all done in time?
Elizabeth’s thinking was broken by her husband entering the kitchen, scratching his head and yawning. She tried not to be annoyed by his lack of help, but she knew full well that he’d nodded off again while reading the newspaper. If only she could just curl up and read a book by the fire.
‘Oh, he’s there again, I see.’
Jack stood looking out of the window, then smiled at
