Poppy smiles and strokes the small tattoo on her wrist. “Daisy is my grandmother. I told her once I wanted a tattoo, and she said over her dead body, anchors and mermaids and so on. So I went away, had this done, and showed it to her the next time I visited. I said ‘Daisy, meet daisy,’ and there wasn’t a lot she could say about it then, was there?”
