FOTD, and some sort of Bee-like Visitor

Today’s or possibly yesterday’s FOTD depending on which side of the SMT line of longitude you are standing, is a flower whose name I should know because it was in a garden centre with the name emblazoned across the beams above it, in Latin, I’ve tried to forget that slice of my education with awful Mrs McWhirr, and another lady who wore enormous doilies for collars, don’t know what she was thinking, her name will come to me in the middle of the night I’ll bet, anyway here it is.

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Mrs Strictland, her husband had a pock marked sorrowful face, those collars man…

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