Knowing Me Knowing You
‘Have you seen the bairn, Betty?’
‘Your Roman centurion’s marching round the back-garden, with my sweeping-brush.’
‘Ha ha. I think that if you asked her, she’d tell you she’s more than a centurion.’
Daddy knows, everything.
And only he’d recognise the Emperor of Rome and not dream of sweeping floors with, my spear.
‘OH, you’re there, princess!
‘I didn’t hear you come in.’