She came home to hide. The village put her in charge of the pantomime.
West End director Marnie Lowther arrives back in Thornwick with two suitcases, a career-ending flop behind her and no intention of saying the word failure out loud. Her mother has already volunteered her to rescue the village hall panto - and the leading man, it turns out, is Isaac Reeve, the vet she left standing on the station platform sixteen years ago.
Marnie fixes things the London way: cut the chorus, recast the Dame, everyone off-book by week two. Within a fortnight half the cast have quietly stopped turning up, the parish council is eyeing the booking, and Isaac tells her - kindly, and unforgivably - that she is doing to Thornwick precisely what the critics did to her.
Rebuilding the show on the village's terms, around a lame donkey, a nine-year-old with a tin whistle and a man who will do anything for the production except sing, turns out to be the happiest work she has done in a decade. Which is exactly when London rings back.
A warm, funny, closed-door Christmas romance for fans of Jenny Colgan and Cathy Bramley. Bring a mince pie and a mug of something - the whole room is about to tell these two what has been behind them all along.