It was such a beautiful afternoon. She was quite lazy and sat out in the sun reading and sunburned her nose. Before dinner she tackled servile work and cleaned up the canalside shrub beds, as well as cleaned up the fuchsia at Holyrood South where a cat named Virginia is buried. (We never met her. We hear she was a bit aloof but very devoted to the keeper. She died in 1995.) While she tore out fuchsia the keeper was buzzed by a delegation of local hummingbirds. She pointed out to them that she was only removing one little patch. They left, apparently appeased.
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