Small pink daisies in the sun

Not the large white daisies in the shade my mum thought I was talking about.

I spent much on the day sitting or lying down with my book. Then Will and I went to my mums for a bbq where Rosie managed to disgrace herself good and proper with a poo in the house.

Daisy’s been at a festival in London all day, a little pre-Reading try out. In a fit of mummy-generosity I said I would collect her from the station later, train dependant either at midnight or 1am. Am off for a pre- journey sleep.