#Margate Signs

[whentommymetalfie]

I’m not sure if its the kinda thing you write but I quite enjoy mpreg fics and I had some ideas for Tommy & Alfie

When Tommy goes to Margate to tell Alfie of his plan to shoot Mosley, he also tells Alfie that he is pregnant with his child as it’s getting rather difficult to hide his growing bump

Tommy goes into labour in the middle and of the night while Alfie is still away and in London and isn’t due home for another few days so Polly delivers Tommy and Alfie’s daughter and calls Alfie to get him to come home immediately

Tommy is even more hurt by Alfie’s betrayal when he, thanks to Polly, discovers that he is pregnant

Alfie is stunned when Tommy turns up to their meeting heavily pregnant and working out the dates Alfie realises that its his baby and Tommy never told him

You are in luck because I'm right there with you, this is definitely my thing, and you've come to the right person with these mpreg thoughts! ❤️ I've even written an mpreg work and I keep meaning to add more to that series, but I've obviously got about a million things I want to write, and only so much time. But, it's in the cards for sure.

These are all such great scenarios -loving all the opportunities for angst. The betrayal one, God imagine the possibilities for heartbreak (and then reconciliation and comfort because I mean, it's me, writing it).

And I can imagine, if Tommy had come to Margate with these news, only to two seconds later tell Alfie about this assassination plan, Alfie would've straight up just not let him leave. If Tommy thinks he's waltzing off to assassinate Mosely while carrying Alfie's baby, he's got another thing coming.

There could also a bit of humor possibly, with Tommy showing up at the bakery with this kind of surprise for Alfie. Poor Alfie nearly has a heart attack. Also loving the imagery of him sitting there in stunned silence, quickly trying to count backwards to see if this could be his doing. And Tommy watching this unfold with mild amusement.

Oh and I actually have a super old draft for a story where Tommy goes into labour when Alfie is away (I vaguely remember someone rushing to get him on horseback...) so I'll take this as a sign that I need to write something along these lines. I don't know why but the idea of Alfie dropping everything and rushing to Tommy's side is just something I really enjoy

In the meantime, there are many great omega!verse stories for this ship, and when reading your ideas, I realised there's one in particular that you might really enjoy. It's a series centered around Tommy being pregnant with Alfie's child, and it's written by @itshoneywhatever. You can find it here on AO3,. It's one that I really enjoy, with so many wonderful moments, and I go back to re-read it all the time. I highly recommend checking it out!

Finally, thank you for sharing these very inspiring ideas with me ❤️ I hope to make something with them in the future!

[archivist-crow]

On this day:

GLOBSTER OF MARGATE

On November 1, 1922, in the seaside town of Margate, South Africa, a local farmer, Hugh Balance, had his binoculars trained on an enthralling sea battle. The assault lasted several hours and was also observed by a growing crowd on the beach. Two huge whales appeared to be in combat with a sea monster that resembled an enormous polar bear. Balance's statement appeared in the local newspaper: "This creature I observed to rear out of the water fully 20 feet and to strike repeatedly with what I took to be its tail at the two whales, but with seemingly no effect.” The tail was described as lobsterlike. Eventually the whales swam away, leaving a humongous carcass floating on the water.

Overnight the creature washed ashore. There were no signs of wounds or blood. It was measured at forty-seven feet long, ten feet wide, and five feet high. The tail was ten feet long, and there was no head except for a trunk-like appendage, five feet long, fourteen inches in diameter, and ending in a snout. The creature was nicknamed Trunko. The most extraordinary thing was its fur, described as "eight inches long and snow white, exactly like a polar bear's."

For ten days the body lay on the beach, enticing tourists and gathering flies. Finally, the foul odor became overwhelming. An attempt to return it to the sea with a team of thirty-two oxen got it as far as the water's edge. That night, the tide came in and took it.

In 1944, in the Mull of Kintyre, a similar, though smaller creature was washed ashore. Bulky as an elephant, it was twenty feet long and had long white fur and no head.

These and similar sea creatures were christened globsters by cryptozoologist Ivan T. Sanderson, who was fascinated by the amorphous blobs.

Text from: Almanac of the Infamous, the Incredible, and the Ignored by Juanita Rose Violini, published by Weiser Books, 2009

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Cards & Conversations (Werewolf!Alfie Solomons x Reader)

Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama

Pairing: Werewolf!Alfie Solomons x Shelby!Reader

Word count: 3.8K

Warnings: Mild swearing, difficult father-daughter relationship, emotional abuse, melancholy thoughts, allusion to past violence and death, scars

Summary: We lose things over the years. Family members, innocence, the perfect world you held for a single summer.

Your heart.

But sometimes the gods are gracious and re-entwine your fate with the person you thought you lost forever, vanished after a heated conversation you were shut out of. Carefully shut away in a gilded cage again with only a blank page and his old typewriter for company. However, the tarot cards your brother gave you know what happened ten years ago.

They know why the King has returned to Camden.

Author’s note: This wee piece has turned out heavier in plot than I thought, enough so for me to want to work this out into a proper multi-part story in the future because there is a lot to dissect here and it feels kinda rushed. To me, that is, maybe not to you. Ah dinnae ken.

Anyways, I kept the tarot reading a bit shallow if only because I am still a beginner/someone who does it as a hobby. 

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Support can come from the most unexpected corner, yet exceed your expectations in tenderness. 

A condolence card.

Flowers for your mother’s grave.

An arm around your shoulders throughout the funeral.

A hand to hold yours while navigating the chaotic and dangerous streets of London when finally having a chance to escape the mansion on the hill.

Fingers to keep yours, comically small compared to his, warm outside. 

In bookshops, only let go of during a cup of coffee or tea should it have a café.

An unnaturally warm body to snuggle up to whenever you feel cold.

Shoulders to be carried on during the odd trip down to Margate.

But those holidays during which my brother, Charlie, and I were kept out of business and separated from the rest of our family came to an end. About ten years ago, a long-standing peace pact was broken.

I can still recall the argument resounding from the drawing room. It’s funny how I thought shielding my ears would not have it touch me. Naive, really, innit?

“You crossed the line, Alfie.”

“You fuckin’ what?”

“You crossed the line.”

“The line?”

“She’s my daughter!”

But that wasn’t the real issue. No, there were two actual problems.

One, I’m Thomas Shelby’s and Grace Burgess’s daughter.

Two, according to my father, despite the similarities in hair and eye colour between us, I am the living embodiment of the only woman he’s ever loved. Don’t get me wrong, Lizzie is great and we get along well. Ruby, bless her spirited little heart, is as much of a sibling to me as Charlie is. 

But she isn’t Mum.

And Thomas wouldn’t let her memory be tainted by a connection to his greatest rival and ally, Alfie Solomons.

The King of Camden.

The alpha of the Camden Town Pack. 

The man who stole my heart ten years ago. 

That brings me to problem number three, hidden in the shadows and all too gladly forgotten. 

I was sixteen. He was thirty-six. 

At the time I didn’t know he had imprinted on me. Neither could I have guessed that there were such a thing as werewolves. The supernatural, in general. It was only when I started working in an odd little bakery run by an elderly woman I discovered how thin the veil between the realms are and what it means to have a certain heritage.

Aunt Polly is right.

We shake hands with devils and we walk past them. 

It’s a blessing to be a witch. But also to be a woman locked in a gilded cage, albeit, paradoxically, with a chance to have a life outside the family business. To have a talent for writing and being able to make a living out of it. To have fans curious about my stories, eager to read them and rejoice whenever they see me at signings and book events.

While I’m glad for what the gods have gifted me, to be a modern filid and possess a sixth sense, I might owe them for the rest of my life.

Because only last month they gave me back my heart.

Drunk, his hair and beard out of control, an ugly deep scar over his left eye leaving it blind, and soaked by the rain, he was there.

Alfie.

On my doorstep.

“So you’re the new witch in town, eh? Set up shop in me borough. Me kingdom,” he drawled. However, the way he leant in the doorway with haunted blue eyes ruined the mock indignation at once. A careful though gentle smile spread on his lips as he took me in. “Fuckin’ ‘ell, you’re even prettier than I remember.”

He leaned in, almost toppling over with unsteady feet. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t save us.” I am still uncertain whether he was heavily sniffling or it was a sob he tried to conceal. ‘‘This godforsaken soul couldn’t save you.’’

Thomas walked in at that moment, acknowledging our surprise guest in a cool voice. “Alfie.”

The prodigal alpha of Camden clumsily righted himself, glaring at the tyrant of the Westminster townhouse. “Tommy, good to see you. ‘Ow’s business?”

“Never been better.” Thomas shifted his attention to me. “Y/N, go upstairs. Mister Solomons and I have to talk.”

“I’m not-’’ I began, looking over my shoulder.

“Go upstairs!”

“Don’t yell at her!” Alfie roared before turning to me with a softer voice. “Go upstairs, right? It’s okay. We’ll talk tomorrow… if me head can remember.”

I clenched my fists, trying to keep my breathing even. As per usual, I managed. Still, I could feel myself hanging on by a thread, ragged around my throat.

Always pushed into the corner one way or the other.

Always me.

Why does it always have to be me?

Locked away in loneliness.

Shut away in a prison more cruel than The Tower. Left to my own devices and thoughts dedicated to the shadows, the dark corners of my mind.

Upstairs, Charlie walked out of his room, pale and concern etched on his face. He’s only too aware of how Thomas regards me and to this day makes sure I get treated as fairly as possible. “What’s happening? Why was he yelling at you?”

“The King has returned,” I mumbled, quickly brushing past him since I my pride refused me to let him see the tears brimming on my lashes. Footsteps as loud as a ghost’s, I slipped into my room and closed the door as softly as I could behind me.

The war inside was no one’s business, only for me to fight.

Another night of spilling the blood of its casualties on the page, somewhere between the lines a remembrance for the girl who hoped to rise like a phoenix. Another silent funeral for my soul.

An author is, essentially, all the characters she has created and is yet to create. My stories are told by people that carry little bits of myself, carefully concealed behind a fictional mask. But that’s what gets us through the day, innit, the stories we tell ourselves.

I was already broken up into so many fragments that night that I don’t even know who it is staring back at me in the mirror. Who is the woman people cheer for at signings in bookshops? Who is the lonely girl wandering in every Waterstones in Birmingham and London, a family member always nearby? Who was the young heart that was shredded to pieces and only recently glued together by rum rather than whiskey?

It’s a question I ask myself again now, looking down with a wistful smile. 

A blank page. Empty. Adjustable. Without personality. Whatever you want it to be and can give life to from your inner world.

Outside, the sound of shuffling feet goes accompanied by groaning, curses, low grumbles, and the creaking of wood. Somewhere in the distance a fight breaks out between two men, their voices too dim to make out the topic nor arguments of their heated debate. 

Although it isn’t my writing room with a desk by the window, this London hideout has become my personal bubble too. Alfie offered me to use his office whenever I want to, regardless of him being at work or not. Nonetheless, as during those holidays in Margate, he still prefers me to work on my books in his company on his rare day off. After all, despite the fact I’m, in his words, “off the fucking menu”, he trusts no one in his pack to not try their luck with me.

What a story that would be. A werewolf lower in rank trying to shack a Shelby witch, breaking the alpha’s rule. The alpha would go ballistic and a fight would break out.

Blood would flow.

The end is someone's death.

Fortunately, the rozzers in this part of town are in Alfie’s pocket because I don’t know how I’d save him from a charge for murder without my family’s help. Even then it’s highly unlikely he’d get away with it since no one wants him to live as desperately as I do.

“That ain’t writin’.” Alfie steps into the office, closing the door behind him. It falls into the lock with a soft click.

“No, indeed it isn’t.” I thumb the deck of cards in my hands. “Dad goes ballistic every time he catches me. If I don’t remind him of Mum, it’s this. Charlie’s different, though. He gave me these for my birthday and covers me as much as he can. He knows they’re important to me.”

“Funny, Tom going fucking angry at gyppo stuff.” He scoffs, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. “His anger is un-fucking-justified. Yes, you look like your mum, but that ain’t your fault. Besides, you’re… never mind. You don’t need to hear that.”

Maybe not right now, but still… one day I want you to say it again.

If only to hear I’m a beautiful person to someone.

To him.

I cock an eyebrow and scrunch my nose. For both our sakes, I ignore the unfinished remark. “Westminster changed him. We’re no longer gipsies. Looks like we’re fucking above that.”

“Not you, though,” Alfie says, a silent hint for me to continue in his soft-spoken voice.

I sigh. “Not me. I’d rather be a witch and honour my roots than become a toff settled in a mansion.”

“Got the itch to travel, eh?”

“Always. I remember what you promised me.” Throat constricted with solemn nostalgia, I swallow and fail to muster even a sliver of a smile. “But then again, I was just a girl back then. Stupid I believed you.”

Alfie opens and closes his mouth, but settles for a groan. He leans in and places a big warm palm over my fumbling fingers. A crown to protect the queen’s hand. “The road is open. I couldn’t take you then, right, I’m very well aware of that, but we can still go.”

“Despite who I am?”

“You’re not a fucking Shelby. Freedom is a ‘uman right, but not every ‘uman gets to enjoy it. I wanna open the cage, see where the little bird goes.”

And will the wolf follow? Or will he get someone else to free him from the Tower?

I bite my lip, gaze averted to our hands. 

Alfie clears his throat and leans back. The rings on his fingers shimmer in the artificial light when he lets his entwined fingers rest on his stomach. “Self-taught?”

“Polly taught me. Well, the basics. I developed my skills further myself.” I tilt my head, our eyes locked while an idea pops into my head. “I’m no expert, but… can I do a reading on you?”

He silently gestures at his desk, giving permission.

“I’ll do a simple spread. Three cards. Past. Present. Future.”

Hopefully, the cards will reveal what you and Thomas swept under the carpet.

I shuffle the deck, focusing on the question of what happened a decade ago. If there’s anything I want and need to know about the pack leader’s history, it’s this small piece we have in common. 

The crossroads between our stories.

I draw the first card, presenting the past. 

Ten of Swords.

The second card, the present. 

Six of Cups.

The third and final card, the future. 

The Chariot.

My stomach drops at the sight of the wolf pierced by swords. “Something failed, a defeat that led to some sort of collapse. But it wasn’t a part of your business that failed, was it?” 

I furrow my brow, pondering what could have happened. However, not a second has passed before I flinch and a vision flashes behind my eyes. 

Growling. Blood. Organs. Alfie clenching his fists and holding his head while his skin ripples. Empty and broken bottles of rum. The nauseating noise of bones cracking resonates in my ears while skin replaces fur and vice versa in quick succession. 

“It was a collapse of self. You took to the bottle, more and more, to drawn out the feeling of having failed. Changed more often until…” my breath hitches and I snap my head up to meet his gaze, still panting lightly. His expression is stoic, his sentiments concealed. “You went feral.”

So that’s why Camden was quiet, but Ollie was always tense. Poor sod, being left in command without warning.

I compose myself as best as possible and continue. “The present, Six of Cups. This world is still strange to you, but slowly you’re getting familiar with it again. How… how much do you remember?”

“Only you. Me fuckin’ noggin’ is a mess, one black hole.’’ Tenderness illuminates his eyes, warming the blue sea and icy lake in them. ‘‘But I, I swear, right, I’ve never forgotten you. You were there, even in the midst of the worst frenzy.”

I shake my head, desperate to stop him before we go down a familiar road. Before I start hoping for an ideal. “Don’t tell me you came back because of me.”

“You, yeah, you told me you wondered whether or not I’d come back. So,’’ he spreads his hands for a moment and then puts them down again, ‘‘ere I am.”

I mean, you’re not wrong. I did say that, but that was last month.

When I slipped out of my room just to get a glimpse of him before going to bed, feeling like a little kid again, rebellious enough to defy the rules. I ended up sitting at his bed for longer than I intended. To be honest, I had to kick myself out of the guestroom lest I ended up sleeping next to him, which would have worsened the already precarious situation with Thomas.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Drunk, yes. But not asleep. I forced myself to stay awake, to enjoy every second of your company.” He bites his lip, failing to sound any less direct. “Not a moment went by I didn’t want to go ‘ome. But I ‘ad no one to guide me there.”

“Your guide didn’t know where to look. Lost herself in a terrible dark forest,” I murmur. “Must be strange, though, being back after so many years. Camden has changed.”

“It ‘as, but I still remember the way around me kingdom. Seems even the new faces know who sits on the throne.” He looks down at his hands and rest of his body. “Odd, innit, clothes and what we use them for? Feels unnatural, not like what Yahweh had planned for us to be wearin’ when ‘e made us. Didn’t want to give you a fright, though. Lots of new scars that ‘aven’t ‘ealed yet or barely. Yeah… would only stress you out. I do apologise for me manners, though, the way I ate that sandwich. One eats differently... out there. Besides, being blind on one side ‘as its complications.”

“You were a messy eater even before you left.” I can’t suppress a smile at a particular memory. “I always had to help you wipe crumbs from your beard whenever we went out to lunch. D’you remember that?”

“Can’t say it sounds strange to me ears.” His brow furrows and he flinches, fingertips pressed to his temple. Between shallow breaths sounds a note of delighted relief. “I think such a memory just returned.”

“You’ll get there.”

It’s better to remember something rather than nothing at all.

“Doc told me the best way to sort out the fuckin’ mess up there is to visit the places I’ve been. Said it could form a trigger.”

I shift in my seat. Regardless of being an adult, Thomas still likes to keep a close eye on me. And if it isn’t him, he’ll send another watchdog. Knowing him, it’s highly likely he’ll send for Michael, who has pretty much figured me out over the years. That’s what you get when you spend too many Christmases at Polly’s. “I’ll have to find a way out of the cage to meet you.”

“I 'ave a key.”

“You do?”

Ignoring my question, Alfie nods at the three cards on the desk. “Last card. What does it mean?”

Blinking in surprise at the swift change in topic, I clear my throat and return my focus to the reading. “The Chariot. You’ll gain discipline and self control. You found a way to quell the rage inside or, rather, subdue the Wolf.”

“Guess the Brazilian Jiu Jitsu is paying off,” he chuckles.

“I thought you did boxing?”

“I did that before, you know, the whole leaving and feral thin’. Currently doin’ that.”

“It sounds less violent.”

“It is.”

“No cage fights?”

He shakes his head, a few strands of grey highlighted by the light. “No, love, no more cage fights. I can’t right remember, but I stopped participatin’ in those a long time ago. ‘Ell, I don’t even know anymore what they were like.”

“You were fearsome,” I say, hoping to spark a sliver of a memory which won’t contain the events that ended with fatal accidents. “Nothing could stop you in the ring.”

“What calmed me down?”

“A bath and a cup of tea.”

“Right after the fight, I mean.”

“They’d sent for me lest…”

“Lest what?” I avoid his gaze, which is clearly not appreciated. “Lest what, love?” he repeats, tone harsher and sharper.

I press my lips together, breathing in deeply. “Lest the wolf took completely over. The day it happened for the, fuck, I don’t even know how many times it had been. Four? Five? It might have been ten when I finally got through to you. And on that night, I made you promise to stop fighting.”

“Did I? Stop fightin’, I mean?”

I glance around the room, lost for how to answer. “I don’t know. You were proud of being a wolf, hell, the fucking alpha of Camden Town. It was the one thing you didn’t want to give up. Fighting was in your nature and I fear that it’s a part you wouldn’t give up. Not even for me.”

“I ‘ave now, yeah, I ‘ave now. No more fightin’, Y/N. I swear so on everything between this world and the next, every bloody grave I can think of.”

“Perhaps that abstinence from violence is where your success lies.”

Maybe temperance forms the key to self-control when it comes to us. Maybe we were poison to each other before, but what if we keep an eye on the dosage?

What if we can find our way back?

The door opens. Ollie remains in the doorway, expression pale. “Boss, Randy and Pete are nigh on having a shiv dance.”

“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” Alfie grumbles as he rises to his feet. “I’ll be there in a minute. Go on, off you fuck.”

“Yes, boss.” The second-in-command curtly nods at me, smiling politely. “Y/N, sorry for the intrusion.”

“It’s alright, Ollie. Thank you.”

“‘Ow about you stay ‘ere, hm?” Alfie proposes after his subordinate has closed the door. 

“How’d you mean? I don’t want to inconvenience-’’

“You’re not. And I don’t mean ‘ere as in this shithole of a basement with all these numpties. What I mean, right, is ‘ow about you stay ‘ere, at my side? Plus, I’ll be ‘onest, and you know I only am with you, it’s part of me plan to prove you’re not nor ‘ave ever been a Shelby.”

“Enlighten me,” I say to humour him yet harbouring no expectations for this to be anything more than a joke. ‘‘Tell me about this big plan of yours.’’

“A change of name.” Lost in thought, he strokes his beard. “Yeah… that oughta do it. Y/N Solomons has a nice ring to it, don’t it?”

Jaw clenched, I put the cards down to cross my arms. “Alfie, this isn’t funny.”

“I’m not being funny, Mrs Solomons. C’mon, stand up.” He walks around the desk and pulls me to my feet, his calloused palms warm against my skin. A strong whiff of oud wood and vanilla hits my nose when he leans in to rest his forehead against mine. “This old selfish chap means it. Marry me, eh?”

I run my fingers through his bushy whiskers, an old habit I can’t seem to quit. Sooner or later, this will turn out to be him pulling my leg. The words leaving my mouth are sceptic too, slow and hesitant as they roll off my tongue. “Are you mental?” 

“Perhaps, but I want to set you free. Show Tom he has a wonderful woman of a daughter who deserves the world, right, a world I want to try and give ‘er.” He removes one of his rings and the silver chain around his neck, making a necklace out of the pieces of jewellery. Then he reaches back to put it on me. The silver is lukewarm against my chest, having retained some of his natural heat. “I don’t need an answer right now. You don’t even need to love me in return. I simply wish to keep you safe, that which I couldn’t do the first time. But this time, yeah, this time I will. Swear so on every holy book in this whole damned world. ‘Sides, I had to pop the question at least once while I’m still ‘ere. While I still remember.”

My breath tapers, the butterflies violently trying to break out yet all congesting in my throat. Stuck in a net of fear. “I want to find our way back, I do. But marriage seems too big of a step to take.”

“You know me better than anyone else, love. Take your time to think about it, eh.’’ He lovingly strokes my cheek, softly purring. ‘‘I’ll wait. ‘Owever, if you reject my offer, at least use the name to be free. I’ll find you a place to stay either ‘ere in Camden or in Margate. A nice big apartment or an entire ‘ouse, whatever you fancy. Wherever you fancy, actually. So if you wanna go to, let’s say, France and mingle with fuckin’ baguettes, I’ll make it ‘appen.”

“Alfie…”

Before I can begin to protest, he shushes me by pressing his lips on mine. They’re still as soft and plush as I remember, tender yet full of restrained passion. Needing more of this, us, but sharing the hesitancy of chasing the ideal world we lived in for a single summer. 

After a moment he breaks away and kisses the tip of my nose. “I need to get back to work. Make sure these floors stay clean and those runts get a reminder of the bloody rules. Stay for as long as you like.”

I watch him leave the office, grown a little colder.

And aside from the dim shouting, growls, and Alfie putting the other wolves in place, there’s nothing.

Nothing except a racing, conflicted heart and an all too familiar companion.

Silence.

[forensicated]

02x05 - Hostage

TW: Mental health discussions in... well frankly not the best terms. Written and filmed in the 80's.

"Bloody Woodentop, don't know why I'm doing this anyway." Mike complains, helping Yorkie locate an address after all the signs had been stolen. They're trying to arrest a poacher for avoiding his day in court.

Ted and Bob have arranged a fishing trip to Margate and are meeting at the station to get on the minibus with the other officers attending. They're already in high spirits with Ted doing a Jake The Peg impression, claiming it's to stop him from getting legless.

Bob offers to find Viv some room on the back seat but is concerned she might lose her virtue. "Promises promises, that's all I get round this nick!" She laughs. Typically the bait is running late so they can't yet leave.

Reg is delaying helping packing the bus up by fussing over paperwork with June. Tom is amused that Dashers was 'charmed' by Bob into helping because most of uniform are on the beano to Margate. Whilst he's waiting for the bait to arrive, Bob is amused to read another letter from an 'admirer'. ''I want you to lose your temper, yell and swear and keep up a steady rhythm. PS is it true what they say about policemen with big noses?" "It's about time I got one of those!" Tom laughs, chasing Bob around the front office to try and read the rest.

On the estate Russell Archer is refusing to open the door properly to Yorkie and Mike, claiming he didn't attend because he wasn't feeling well. They force the door open and wait for him to get changed before realising they've been had and Archer has legged it out the window of his bedroom. Yorkie and Mike give chase but lose him in the crowd of a nearby shopping street.

A lady has found an unknown urn of ashes on her doorstep and handed it to Viv who brought it with her to the station, not knowing what to do with it otherwise. Tom is equally lost, claiming she should have put it in a bin or something rather than bring it back with her.

Taffy reports a burglary to Ted but he's insistent he's not on duty and to take it to Mike 'cos he's got nothing to do'. Mike is being carpeted by Roy with Yorkie for letting the poacher leg it. Roy warns Yorkie that he will be up very early the next morning to return to Archer's to drag him out of bed - even if he is half dressed again - and to not let him have time alone. They get interrupted by a call coming in to report the robbery. It's a little more serious than Taffy let on as it's an armed robbery with a sawn off shotgun. It happened to a milkman and, from what he says, the description is Archer. There was no sign of a gun at the house but Mike suspects he had it in the bedroom with him. Roy blames Mike for Archer still being out there and wants Ted and Bob to work it. He calls the station to get June to stop them going out...

Roy returns with Mike and tasks Reg with finding Ted. Reg is already annoyed because he only walked in the front office - on his day off - and got tasked with cleaning someone else's mess.

At the bookies Bob is placing a bet after feeling lucky from his 20p win! Behind him as he speaks to the bookie, Archer arrives looking shifty and overhears that Bob is a police officer. The bookie teases Bob that he's picked a right plonker.

In the pub Sadie is 'entertained' by Ted miming to her why he's wearing a bright yellow waterproof coat. He's the only customer because it's before opening time.

Reg knocks repeatedly on the door to get Ted's attention and then tells him that Roy wants him. "I'm not here." "Well don't say I didn't tell you!" Ted sighs and laments that he can never have a day off, sinking his pint in one.

Mike asks at the council if they have any other information for Archer, perhaps another address or an address of a close relative. He comes up against a brick wall as the assistant refuses to hand out any information on Archer or his family, despite Mike's charm or his 'I'm just asking you to help me put away a dangerous nutter!' patter. She tells him to make a formal application because she won't bend the system for him. He begs her for a clue before someone gets hurt and she gives in, telling him that the Archer's arrived a year ago. Social Services visited the disused caravan park they'd moved into and found him scavenging for food with no water, rats and knee deep in rubbish. He was forcibly evicted and moved them into a flat.

Roy cancels the day off and wants uniform on standby to find Archer. Bob complains and says he should contact Division for cover but Roy insists it's down to Sun Hill's mistake and they have to cover and find him. June fights to get the men to listen to her and shouts that there's been another armed robbery. "Now do you want to argue?" Roy says pointedly to Ted and Bob.

The bookie that Bob was talking to insists he won't go to the hospital despite having his hand shot by a pellet gun by Archer. He insists he'll be alright and work the pellets out with a pen knife and soak it in disinfectant. 🤢 He tells Roy that the man said nothing to him and simply pointed the gun at him. He claims that the man is 'a bleedin' looney' and had 'that look in his eye'. He put his hands out to reach for the till to give him money and 'the looney' squeezed the trigger.

Mike tells Roy that Archer is a loner and has a Didicoi background (lives like a traveller but isn't a 'true blood' traveller). He used to be a "caravan dwelling roadside scrap metal dealer if you want the full title." Ted explains. Mike claims he's socially inadequate and can't adapt to 'normal' life and has struggled since being placed in a flat. Roy returns to the station, leaving Bob and Ted together at the scene as the experts, claiming "Poaching and fishing go together." "... Very good." the men chorus.

Jim calls in a sighting of Archer with 'something under his coat' but Archer got spooked and ran off before he could rob the grocer. Robin and Jim come face to face with him and Robin ends up getting shot whilst pursuing him.

Whilst the front office are trying to deal with getting help to Jim and Robin, a quiet and lost looking elderly man comes into the office telling Tom he's lost his wife. She was in the urn...

Mike, Bob and Ted race to help Jim and spot him chasing Archer. Archer takes an old lady and her 2 grandchildren hostage at gunpoint. They manage to get the kids away and try to calm Archer down but he locks himself inside the flats - a sheltered housing block - with the elderly woman. Bob updates the station, asking for Roy to be sent alongside backup. They evacuate the other flats in the same block into the day room so all the residents are together and safe and then evacuate the nearest houses facing the flats and place cordons to stop anyone getting near the window of the flat just in case.

Mike tells Roy that Ted has been in charge whilst waiting for him and that he's done very well. Ted comes over to explain that the woman who has been taken hostage, Mrs Knowles, is a very timid lady who easily frightens since she was mugged a couple of months ago. He was just about to find an observation point as Roy arrived. Archer has not made a demand nor has he been spotted by the windows yet. Roy arranges for armed response and someone from C7 (communications) to give them a link direct to the flat that is locked only to the police.

At the station Brownlow arranges for potential temporary accommodation for those displaced from their homes if it runs into the night time and sends assorted services to the scene. The press are starting to sniff around wanting to link Robin being shot with the siege. With things in hand, Brownlow heads to the scene himself. Bob watches the flats from the observation house whilst Roy attempts to make telephone contact with Archer. Archer hangs up before Roy can finish explaining who he is. "We might need to try something else..."

Viv comments that she's glad Archer didn't aim any lower on Robin because he was very close to 'losing his John Thomas.' June laughs that it's typical of Viv to think like that and then 'comforts' Yorkie by agreeing that he's likely to be used as cannon fodder by Roy when this is all over. Robin has had the pellets removed from his stomach and thankfully Archer was too far away from him to do any real damage. It would have been a very different story if just a little closer.

On scene, Roy lifts the letterbox with the end of a broom and calls through to Archer. Archer shouts at them to go away and won't let them inside. Roy asks him to put the phone back on the hook and they'll talk to him that way...

Archer locks the door and pushes things in front of it. "Need a bloody chainsaw to get in that way, now!" CID regroup and tool up, Ted of course still eating at the same time 🤣 and earns himself a dirty look from Roy and Brownlow for dropping bullets on the floor.

The warden arrives and tells them that he's called the nephew of the elderly lady as her daughter and son in law are away hence her having the grandchildren. Brownlow tries to ring Archer who answers. Brownlow promises him that he doesn't want to shoot him when Archer claims that's what they want - he just wants to know how he and Mrs Knowles are and if they need anything and let him know that he can talk to them by just picking up the phone. Archer hangs up without requesting or saying anything. Brownlow wants to keep everything as low key as possible - especially in Archer's line of sight - to try and get to a calm resolution as quickly as possible.

Needing to get to the other side of the window, Mike and Ted contemplate their options before legging it, head down, to the other side of the building, passing the very window of the flat Archer is holed up in. Luckily he doesn't shoot at them!

Archer finally rings and requests Bob after he saw him in the bookies so knows who he is and what he is. Bob is confused because he doesn't know him but he takes the phone. Archer wants him to come to the flat alone and will only talk that way. Roy walks with Bob as far as he can until they're in Archer's sightline. Roy wants more to be more involved but Bob reminds him of Brownlow's words - as low key as possible so as not to upset Archer. "If I do talk my way in I don't want you coming in through the window on a line or anything similar." Roy says it's his funeral and Bob laughs saying if it is, to not let Tom Penny near his ashes!

Slowly, Bob approaches the flats and heads inside. He knocks and is allowed inside the flat with his hands on his head. Archer searches him for weapons before letting him sit down near a terrified Mrs Knowles. Mrs Knowles quietly tells him that Archer spotted Bob in the bookies so he is the only person he wishes to talk to. "I don't like folks, I don't like talking to people I can't see!" Archer whimpers, pulling the wire from the phone.

Charles reassures Roy that Bob has the ideal temperament for dealing with Archer and tells him to give him time. In the flat, Archer stares out the window with his gun, listening but not reacting at first to Bob trying to get him to give himself up. Archer then insists he's only alive because he has hostages and that, come night-time, he'll show the police who is really cornered. Bob calmly tells him to switch the telly on to watch the news and sees what he's up against.

The communications bloke has some more equipment in the car that will allow him to listen in after a while. Roy says no and that he'll go and listen outside the flat instead - at least they'll find out if he has more ammunition that way (!)

Archer watches the news and sees the police and snipers outside waiting for him to come out. Mrs Knowles learns that he shot a policeman and panics which further riles Archer and makes him smash the television up. Mike reports the crash to Roy and then tells him of the meals on wheels van who tried to deliver when it all first kicked off and suggests they try pull a blag rather than Roy risking listening at the door.

Bob gently comforts Mrs Knowles and gets her to sit down, reassuring her that everything will be OK. Archer claims that he'll shoot him first if his friends come in. Bob tells him he came to help Archer and that if he's going to continue behaving like that he'll ditch him. Archer gets angry and pushes Bob against the wall claiming that it's him in charge.

Bob tells him they'd never let him walk out without him and that he's his 'passport' so needs to start working with him. Archer doesn't take it kindly...

Bob tells him to do it and Archer growls that he's getting on his nerves. He growls at Bob that he has no idea what it's like to be told to constantly moved on, 'get away from me you tinker', and hunted and trapped. He claims that's what the council did when they moved him into a flat. Bob said he should have talked to someone and that he'll listen to him and to talk before it's too late.

Archer seems to listen and backs off, looking back out the window. He looks from it to Bob and back again. "What will they do to me? If I give myself up?" he asks. Bob explains he'll have to go to court. Archer worried he'd go to prison. "I couldn't stand that...I'll kill myself first." Bob promises it doesn't have to be that way and that it'd be in his favour. He hasn't been in trouble before outside of the poaching, no record of violence and he promises he'd speak up for him as would Mrs Knowles.

The communications expert reports to Brownlow that a van is being let through the cordon.

Bob gently reassures him and asks him to give him the gun and that it can all be over. A nervous and very frightened Archer is about to give him it before he spots the van. He asks what it is and Mrs Knowles gently explains it'll be the meals on wheels lady and that she's late. Outside it's shown to be June in the ladies gillet. June removes meals from the van and Bob continues gently reassuring him.

Brownlow watches the goings on through binoculars and tells the communications expert that it's a police officer and that something must have happened, running over to the other officers.

Archer looks more paranoid and claims that he's being tricked and that Bob lied. Having spotted that June was the meals on wheels lady which likely means something is about to happen very quickly, Bob urges him to hand him the gun. June knocks on the door and the armed officers Sergeant give the 'go' order. Officers ring the bell and in the distraction Roy and Ted literally leap over the wall and kick in the back door, pointing guns at Archer. An armed officer points his gun through the window and Bob SCREAMS at Archer to drop the gun, knowing how close he'd been to a peaceful resolution.

In the rush and chaos, Archer doesn't get chance to drop his gun before Roy and Ted shoot him.

"He gave himself up. He was going to give me the gun! Can't you see that?!" Bob screams at Roy who tells him if he believes that he's a fool.

[fyeah-olivia-colman]

Olivia Colman signs autographs before the South Coast Gala Screening of Sam Mendes' Empire of Light at Carlton Cinema, Westgate-on-Sea on January 08, 2023 in Margate, England

[rolandopujol]

The beloved roadside attraction Lucy the Elephant, a treasure of Margate, New Jersey, got a shower today. Dating to 1881, the gigantic elephant, billed as America’s oldest roadside architectural novelty, recently received a new metal skin as part of a $2.3 million makeover. The blast of water the scaffold-covered Lucy received on Monday (she is seen here in May 2020) was designed to identify leaks in her new skin, which were indeed found around Lucy’s windows and skylight. I have much more on Lucy in my newsletter, at the link in my bio. Plus, the beloved Toby’s Cup in New Jersey is coming back (and I remember a closed big-cup sibling in Pennsylvania); a neon dancing pig is making moves in California; and a Massachusetts diner is getting some love. Read more about these and other places coast to coast in my latest newsletter. Thanks to all of you who have signed up, and a special thanks to those who have become patrons of my work by signing up for one of my paid subscription plans. Thank you! There is much more to come! #retrologist (at United States of America) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClPtEFUrTMN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[simsroyallegacy]

Dunno if u’ve done this or not but still!!!

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

Girl, I’m always happy to share random facts about my sims so thank you! 🥰

I’ll share about a sim yet to be introduced to the story: Alexei Savalani, Duke of Margate

1. Alexei is a part of only four Dukedoms in Lunaria that are unrelated to the Quinn family. He is the fourteenth Duke of Margate and his family has been around almost as long as the Royal Family.

2. He has tattoos but they are rarely seen due to the way he dresses.

3. He has recently filed divorce papers and yet will still wear his wedding ring until his soon-to-be-ex wife signs her own divorce paperwork.

4. He is rich-rich. Super rich. The old saying in Lunaria’s high society is that “the Savalanis are richer than the Watcher”.

5. While not a part of the Conservative party in the House of Lords, he has often stood against King Arden and his policies.

[legacyhealingcentersblog]

Building Lasting Sobriety: The Role of 12-Step Fellowships in Ongoing Recovery

At Legacy Healing Center, we recognize that recovery is an ongoing journey, extending well beyond the completion of treatment. To support this, we encourage participation in 12-step fellowships, which offer a valuable network of guidance, community, and growth for individuals in recovery. These peer-led programs promote personal responsibility, mutual support, and structured steps that align with relapse prevention plans. Through 12-step fellowship groups, individuals receive hope and encouragement for a life free from addiction, all within a supportive environment where they can share experiences, recognize signs of relapse, and reinforce their sobriety. 

Our approach embraces the versatility of 12-step programs, with options tailored to specific needs, including drug or alcohol recovery, gender-specific meetings, and virtual gatherings. This flexibility ensures that anyone, whether recently post-rehab or in long-term recovery, can find a group suited to their goals. For those near our locations, including Cherry Hill, Parsippany, Fort Lauderdale, Margate, Cincinnati, or Los Angeles, our team can assist in connecting individuals with local fellowship options. 

To learn more about the types of 12-Step fellowships to aid in recovery after rehab and how Legacy Healing Center in South Florida can support you on your journey to recovery, visit our blog or contact us today.

[faircontractorsales]

Keeping a Solid Roof Overhead: Essential Maintenance Tips for Broward County Residences

In Broward County, where the weather can shift from sunny skies to stormy tempests, maintaining a solid roof is crucial for homeowners. Understanding the importance of a well-maintained roof, Fair Contractor Sales Roofing is dedicated to offering insights and services to ensure your home stays protected all year round. Here’s how you can maintain a solid and reliable roof with minimal fuss.

Practical Roofing Maintenance Strategies

Roof maintenance doesn’t need to be complex. By following a few straightforward tips, you can keep your roof in top condition and extend its lifespan significantly:

1. Regular Inspections: Make it a habit to visually inspect your roof regularly, particularly after severe weather events. Look for signs of damage such as missing shingles, cracked tiles, or any visible wear that might need attention.

2. Clean Gutters and Downspouts: Ensuring that your gutters are free from debris is vital. When gutters and downspouts are blocked, water can back up and damage your roof, as well as your home’s foundation. Cleaning your gutters regularly, especially during fall and before the rainy season, can prevent many common roofing problems.

3. Trim Trees and Remove Debris: Overhanging branches can scratch and gouge roofing materials when blown by the wind, leading to significant damage over time. Keeping trees trimmed back from the roof and removing any debris regularly can greatly reduce the risk of roofing damage.

4. Deal with Repairs Promptly: If you notice any signs of a leak or damage, address it as soon as possible. Delaying roof repair can lead to more extensive damage, potentially impacting the structural integrity of your home.

5. Professional Maintenance Checks: While DIY checks are helpful, scheduling an annual inspection with a professional roofing contractor can provide a deeper insight into your roof’s condition. They can help identify potential issues that are not visible to the untrained eye and suggest necessary repairs or improvements.

The Importance of Roof Maintenance

•Protection Against the Elements: A well-maintained roof is your first line of defense against Broward County’s harsh weather, protecting your home from water damage and the complications that arise from leaks and moisture.

•Cost Savings: Regular maintenance helps avoid the need for costly emergency repairs or full roof replacements prematurely.

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[freedformwriter]

28 October

I merge my bicycle onto the promenade only to quickly draw up. A small audience is assembled on the bridge with the red ivy that marks the start of the seaside bit of my cycle. It spans a deep car track cut into the cliffs. Below, a band is set up on the boat launch directly in front of the official-font legend ‘Never Stop Dancing’. Four shaggy-haired men hold their guitars in static pretend postures as cameras fuss about them. Behind them, a sky of tiny clouds shifts. They’re from London, two friends tell me, we looked them up. They are impressed. Down from Londons are clearly looked upon more favourably when they come to make a music video.

This is my new thing when I’m cat sitting in Margate: a midday constitutional along the old Victorian promenade that runs the length of the clifftops of Cliftonville. I’m sure the posh nineteenth-century women on health cures once did this stretch in brisk strides while battling a wind-buffeted parasol. But I don’t go for walks anymore, and you can see more by cycle anyway. The western boundary is the Turner Contemporary and the downhill swoop into the Old Town; the eastern boundary, a mite more arbitrary, is the broken sign for the jet ski rentals/café on the far side of the Tidal Pool. I take in the circuit of the disused Lido and the taped off bandstand. Only the plasticated playground is crowded. But many solitary sitters have come out for a lunch break in the semi-sunshine. I can’t see anyone swimming in the Tidal Pool but spot a pale feminine thigh through the window of the adjacent horsebox sauna.

Circuit complete, I return to the red ivy bridge. The band promptly launches into a song. A real one. As might be expected from the presence of one acoustic guitar, two electric guitars, and a bass, it’s got that dreamy, neo-shoegaze, wall of sound vibe. The notes echo off the cliffs as two people with cameras weave about the quintet. The singer tilts his head up, his quietly ecstatic lyrics about the sun bursting through the clouds and the intoxicating quality of music.At this distance, and with their hair growth, it’s hard to age them, but they are certainly young enough to recycle nineties fashions.  The lead guitarist with his half-undone oversized overalls, tan Timberland boots, and a slouchy beanie covering his long hair could be an extra in Clueless.

Pausing pedestrians on the clifftop and the beach walk make an impromptu two-tier audience of dog walkers and strays. I hear someone crack a tin open and look over to see a woman with ultra straight blonde hair and clumpy black lashes filming the band with her phone and smiling between sips. I stop scrutinising the band and watch the gull circling above the low tide while imagining the music is a personal soundtrack for this moment in my life, ‘the heroine looking out to sea’. The song dissolves back into the rock. Free concert, notes the filming woman approvingly. Up close, her lids shine a glittery purple. We agree it’s not a bad little extra. Not bad at all.

See you later, she calls as I cycle off. Like we might do this again tomorrow.

[thelenazavaroniarchive]

12th October 2024.

𝐓𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟔. In the Evening Standard Lord Delfont revealed the acts who would be appearing in The Royal Variety Performance to be held live on Monday 15th November.

𝐓𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟔. In the Coventry Evening Telegraph Lord Delfont revealed the acts who would be appearing in The Royal Variety Performance to be held live on Monday 15th November.

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟗. The Middlesex County Times reported that a signed LP of Lena’s had been donated a to a local Christmas tombola.

𝐓𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟗. The Newspapers reported that Lena’s funeral would be held at Saint Augustus Roman Catholic Church, Hoddesdon on Friday 15th.

𝐓𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟗. In the Thanet Times, a retired hotelier said that Lena stayed in his hotel in 1985 while she was at The Winter Gardens, Margate. This is possibly either a misprint or he was mistaken, 1975 seems more likely.

𝐓𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟗. The BBC reported that the date had been set for Lena’s funeral.

𝐓𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟗. The Diary, a light-hearted column in The Herald newspaper published in Glasgow, contained the following brief item which of course caused an uproar among the humourless.

“We hear that Lena Zavaroni has left £3m in her will. But it’s all in luncheon vouchers”

[yorkshireword]

Good Taste

01. Keep it simple

“If good taste means anything to me at all, it usually means not having to make a huge fuss,” says Mr Jeremy Lee, chef proprietor of London’s Quo Vadis restaurant. This art of simplicity should apply to everything – from your wardrobe to hosting a dinner party. “Some of the very best food I have ever eaten at friend’s houses was when it was just a big plate of asparagus followed by a chicken pie and a great big bowl of potatoes.”

02. Be true to yourself

There’s nothing worse than trying to be tasteful and losing your sense of self. “Acting good taste is some sort of sad middle ground, without personality or individuality,” says the author and photographer Mr Michael Zee.

03. Know what you’re talking about

Behind good taste is an understanding of what makes something worthwhile. It’s this that makes the if-you-know-you-know details of brands such as Maison Margiela and The Row so sought after. Such signs of quality mean much more than flashing a logo with no idea of its history.

“When it comes to style, brands can absolutely be an indication of good taste, but it’s also knowledge about the brands that you’re purchasing,” says the stylist Mr Karlmond Tang.

04. Go your own way

Having “good taste” in music is an infamous indicator of cool. But the real key is in trusting your choices and putting time into developing an understanding of what you really like. “Good taste is subjective,” says Mr Paul Camo, creative director, DJ and founder of Margate Radio. “It’s a nurtured instinct and an aesthetic judgement. What is good taste to one person may not be seen that way by others. It’s honest, it’s subtle confidence.”

05. Put your own spin on things

“Good taste comes from adopting what you see and what you like in your own way, adding your own personal touches to create something unique to you,” Tang says.

06. Try less (or, at least, less obviously)

The people we admire the most are often those who pull off their own style, flair and personality with good-humoured nonchalance. “Folk who are comfortable in their own skin, almost like they make no effort at all,” Lee says. “Those that worry about good taste are the least likely to succeed at having it.”

And don’t worry if that means you make a few missteps along the way. After all, even Vreeland herself admits that “a little bad taste is like a nice splash of paprika”.

[jaderoofing-blog]

Preparing Your Roof for Fall and Winter

As the seasons change, preparing your roof for fall and winter is crucial to ensure it remains in good condition and protects your home effectively. The colder months can bring harsh weather conditions, including heavy snowfall, ice, and strong winds. Here’s a guide to help you prepare your roof for the fall and winter seasons.

Inspect and Clean Your Roof

Start by inspecting your roof for any visible signs of damage or wear. Look for missing or damaged shingles, cracked flashing, and any other issues that may need attention. Clearing debris, such as leaves and branches, from your roof and gutters is also essential. Clogged gutters can lead to water backup and ice dams, which can cause significant damage. Ensure that your gutters and downspouts are clear and functioning properly to facilitate proper drainage.

Check and Repair Roof Flashing

Flashing is critical for protecting joints and seams where the roof meets other structures, such as chimneys and vents. Inspect the flashing around these areas for any signs of rust, damage, or gaps. Properly sealed and intact flashing helps prevent water infiltration and ice dams. If you notice any issues, repair or replace the flashing as needed to ensure a watertight seal.

Address Insulation and Ventilation

Proper insulation and ventilation in your attic play a significant role in roof performance during colder months. Ensure that your attic is well-insulated to prevent heat loss, which can lead to ice dams forming at the roof’s edge. Good ventilation helps maintain a consistent temperature in the attic, reducing the risk of ice dams and condensation. Check for proper airflow and consider adding or upgrading insulation if necessary.

Trim Overhanging Branches

Overhanging tree branches can pose a threat to your roof, especially during winter storms and heavy snowfalls. Trim any branches that are close to or touching your roof to prevent them from causing damage. Falling branches can puncture shingles or cause other types of roof damage, so keeping them trimmed back is an important precaution.

Seal Roof Leaks

Address any minor leaks or areas of concern before they turn into major issues. Use roofing sealants to fix small leaks or gaps around vents, skylights, and other roof penetrations. If you’re unsure about how to seal these areas effectively, consult with a roof repair Margate professional to ensure that the job is done correctly.

Schedule a Professional Roof Inspection

For a thorough evaluation and peace of mind, schedule a professional roof inspection before the harsh weather sets in. A roofing contractor can identify potential problems that you might miss and provide recommendations for repairs or maintenance. Regular inspections help you stay ahead of issues and ensure that your roof is ready to handle the challenges of fall and winter.

Properly preparing your roof for fall and winter is essential for protecting your home from the elements and avoiding costly repairs. Taking these proactive steps will help safeguard your home and provide peace of mind as you navigate the fall and winter seasons.

[msclaritea]

More DIVISIONARY bullshit. These signs are from TheGallery.org.uk, partnered with orgs like Clear Channel and Bloomberg philanthropy.

Board of Directors and Trustees

Dalwardin Babu

Jan Boud

Shirley Rodrigues

Laia Gasch

Stephanie Flanders (Chair)

Ben Lee

Richard Kitson OBE

Desirée Clarke Noble

Helen Marriage MBE

Medea Manaz

Nephertiti Schandorf

Anthony James Heaton OBE

[americardrivingschool]

Understanding traffic signs and signals is a fundamental aspect of learning to drive safely. At a reputable driving school in Margate, Florida, new drivers are taught the importance of recognizing and obeying these vital road indicators.

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning!  I hope you slept well and feel rested?  Currently sitting in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

Welcome to the working week although, for those of you working in the NHS, welcome to just another day.

On Friday, with our passports in our hands, we enjoyed a lovely evening in Peckham Rye attending the ‘Love & Purpose’ album launch.  Available to download on Bandcamp or on double-album vinyl, this is a very cool compilation of British black music and ‘Dazzle You’ by Dazzle is Track One and they’ve used an image of the girls on the front cover!  Great to meet the people at First Word Records (signing some very good UK acts!)  Big-up to local restaurant Lovely House for the dim sum afterwards (we were starving) and many thanks to Uber for carrying our tired bodies home!

Many thanks to everyone that listened to the radio show.  Thank you for all your kind comments.  Next week: the final part of The Letter W (Part Nine), coming to you live from a stage at The Margate Soul Festival.  Hope to see some of you down there? 

We got to Lady Wesker’s just before 6.00 and enjoyed a delicious supper.  We played not one but two games of Scrabble but BOTH got terminated early.  In game one, a used all my tiles and scored 104, no point in finishing the game.  In game two, The Trouble used all her titles and scored 84, no point in finishing the game.

On Sunday morning, I went for a lovely walk along the promenade and recorded a new TikTok video.  Lots of people in the sea, so you know it was warm!  Would I get in that water?  Erm … not me, mate!  In the Caribbean, I’ll swim in the sea but here?  Nah!  T-shirt was drenched in sweat by the time I got home.  Jumped in the shower and then took Mum to her favourite restaurant, nearby in Hassocks.  They do roast lunches on big plates to accommodate all the trimmings.  My Belly Of Pork comes with apple sauce, crackling and all the veg you could want.  Had to sleep that one off!

Weather looks pretty good this week but the weekend prediction is ‘scattered showers’.  Typical!  

Have a marvellous and momentous Monday.  I love you all.