Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon – Queen

Sundays at Daisy’s home were always a great time of the week. Nine-year-old Daisy would watch her parents make breakfast which consisted of a nice spread of poached eggs, bacon that was not too crispy, buttery toast and pancakes with maple syrup. By the time breakfast was eaten and the dishes all cleared, it was getting into the early afternoon. Daisy, her stomach nice and full, would make her way to her room and lie on her bed. The sound of her radio lingering softly in the background as she read her mum’s old copy of Quidditch Through the Ages.