"No more twinkly lights , Gordon" she muttered as she ferried our bowls of corn hither and thither. "I shall have to buy some flowers to cheer up the window sills".
Excitedly little Gemma bobbed up and down and pointed to a tiny primrose bud poking through the leaves.
"Well! Look at that Gemma!" Mum looked truly amazed and delighted.
"So early in January".