‘It is you, Daisy. I thought it was when you ducked down.’
‘Is that you, Daisy?’
‘Yes, I’m over by Daisy. Can you see me waving?’
‘Got you. Coming over. My pot’s a bit of a drag.’
‘You’re in a pot?’
‘I know, get me.’
‘So what’s with the ducking?’
‘That bloody man…’
‘The director?’
‘Yes him. I don’t mind him shouting at me, telling me to wave my leaves, even flutter my petals but when he shouts “Cut!” Well my stalk just goes limp. Makes me think of scythes.’
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
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‘It is you, Daisy. I thought it was when you ducked down.’
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This is adorable! Love it!
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That was such a fun post. Thanks for sharing, Sue. Hugs all around.
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Hugs, Teagan 🙂
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Double entendre’s galore. I love this mans words.
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