DAISY, DAISY, GIVE ME YOUR HEART, DOHow could ten days have flown past so
quickly? The time had raced by, as if hours and minutes had been speeded up
just like when you fast-forwarded a videotape,
the people moving across the screen in double-quick time.
It was the last day of Daisy’s holiday. Tomorrow, she would pack her rucksack
and say goodbye to the Braemar. Who could have guessed that it would only take a
week or so for her to feel so differently about those Scottie dog ornaments? Hideous at first and now so dear to
her, symbolising the place where she’d found friendship, freedom and first
love.
She’d spent the last couple of
days wriggling out of as many family trips as she could—her mum and dad
occasionally insisting she come along, but mostly leaving her free to team up
