When I was a child, my sister & I use to spend a lot of time at the cattle yards waiting for the trucks to arrive to load & transport the cattle to sales market. We use to pick the petals of daisies, to the words of
'he loves me, he loves me not'.
A lovely client popped in today with a bunch of daisies.
Funny how happy memories find their way back to you.
'he loves me, he loves me not'.
A lovely client popped in today with a bunch of daisies.
Funny how happy memories find their way back to you.