This is book number 7 in the Southhill Sagas, set in Surrey to the south of London, although each book in the series stands alone. You know how you have a day when nothing you do goes right? The traffic holds you up, makes you late for work, you snag your tights then you get caught in the rain? ‘Just one of those days’ you say. Well for Annie, a struggling single mum, and her family it is just the opposite – it seems nothing can go wrong. Not just one day, either. And it’s not just the little things but some surprisingly big things too. It all seems too good to be true, to Annie. She is convinced there is an unseen force at work, perhaps something to do with the funny lights she thinks she’s seen between her apple trees. Her friends disagree – they say after all the bad luck she’s had Annie deserves some good luck. It’s only her just deserts. Meanwhile her neighbours, both to the side and behind her, have some surprisingly good fortune of their own. Smudge, Annie’s beautiful tortoiseshell cat, who spreads her favours around the neighbourhood, is the only one who sees the big picture. And if Smudge knows the answer, she isn’t telling.