But she is a woman who loves fish and chips (no salt, no lemon, no tartare) and something a little bit sweet and naughty. When who reach 91 you earn the right to choose. We had talked about going up to the rooftop terrace for lunch but in the end she decided it was too hot so we partied in her bedroom. It was perfect - the dogs were there. Her birds dropped by and all the staff had given her their best regards. It was just as it should be.
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