#removals Northampton

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Hire Man and Van Northampton Service from a Reputable Company

Moving to a new home or office in Northampton can be an incredibly exciting time, but it can also come with a lot of logistical challenges. From sorting and packing your valuables to arranging the transportation for the move, one needs to take care of many things for moving. That's where a reliable man and van Northampton can help you say goodbye to all the stress of moving.

A high-quality man and van provider takes the stress and strain out of your move, allowing you to focus on the bigger picture rather than getting bogged down in the nitty-gritty details. These services offer a more affordable and flexible alternative to traditional removal companies, with the added benefit of personalized attention and care for your items.

When you work with a reputable man and van service provider in Northampton, you can expect an experienced, courteous, and hardworking man who will treat your belongings as if they were his own. They will arrive at your property equipped with the necessary tools and equipment to safely and efficiently load up your items, transport them to your new location, and then carefully unload everything.

Beyond the physical labor, a good man and van in Northampton company will also provide packing materials and offer advice on the best way to prepare your items for the move. This attention to detail and customer service can make all the difference when it comes to ensuring your possessions arrive at your new home or office in pristine condition.

What's more, a reputable company will typically offer competitive, transparent pricing that won't leave you with any unpleasant surprises. They'll provide a detailed quote upfront, taking into account factors like the size of your move, any specialty items and the distance traveled.

When you're facing upcoming Removals in Northampton area, do yourself a favor and enlist the help of a reliable man and van service. It's an investment that will pay dividends in terms of time, stress, and the safe transport of your most valued possessions. With the right team on your side, your move can be a seamless and even enjoyable experience.

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Hire Local Residential & Commercial Furniture Removal Services In Northampton

Are you planning a move to Northampton? Do you need help removing furniture from your home or office? Look no further! Local furniture removal services are in Northampton. They are your go-to solution for a hassle-free and efficient relocation.

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In conclusion, bookmarking is a valuable tool. It streamlines hiring local furniture removal services in Northampton. By organizing and accessing information well, you can make informed decisions. This will ensure a smooth transition during your move. Choose local movers for their expertise, personalized service, and contribution to the community.

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“An 11-year-old girl who was misdiagnosed with sickness bugs and migraines was assessed by doctors about 30 times before they found that she had a brain tumour, according to her mother.

Tia Gordon, from Northampton, was admitted to hospital as an emergency despite previous visits to GPs, A&E and calls to 111.

Imogen Darby, Tia’s mother, said her daughter’s glasses prescription had also been changed four times before the tumour was found.

Darby had sought help regarding Tia’s migraines and vomiting for more than three years, before being told that the wait for an MRI scan would be at least eight months. It was only when Tia’s balance and ability to walk were affected that she was given an emergency scan, which found a brain tumour measuring about 3.5cm.”

Darby said: “I was told Tia had stomach bugs and migraines. The first thing I was told, because it was the summer, [was that] she just needed to drink more water.

“After probably a year, she got diagnosed with migraines and they gave her paracetamol for that. She was also given another medication for that and her final diagnosis in January from paediatrics was migraine with sickness.

“Over more than three years, I took Tia to doctors, she was refused MRIs, she was refused to be seen by emergency paediatrics, I called 111, I went to A&E. She had her glasses changed four times, she was given medication and she had a consultant, but it took for her to be unable to walk for her to get the care she needed.”

Darby first noticed Tia’s symptoms in March 2020 when she started vomiting with increasing frequency. Darby twice tried to get her daughter referred to emergency paediatrics, but was declined both times and told it was not an emergency.

Later, Tia began holding her neck in an unusual way and complained about stiffness, for which she was referred to a physiotherapist.

Despite several visits to A&E and calls to GPs and the NHS’s 111 service, Tia’s remained undiagnosed. From November 2023 to January 2024, Tia was vomiting violently every day, and began to lose her balance. “She was tipping her milk out in the kitchen sink,” Darby said. “She was standing there and … she didn’t notice she was doing it at all.”

After a phone call from Tia’s school, which said Tia was holding her neck and was off balance, Darby took her to Northampton General Hospital. While there, Tia was unable to walk in a straight line, and a CT scan revealed a pilocytic astrocytoma — the most common type of brain tumour in children.

Tia was taken to Queen’s Medical Centre in Nottingham, where she had a ten-hour operation to remove the tumour. “It was quite a horrendous day,” Darby said. “They managed to get 96 per cent of it out.”

Tia called the growth her “astronaut tumour”. Since the procedure, she gets very tired and can sometimes lose her balance. Her recovery will consist of an MRI scan every three months for the next five years, and she is having regular physiotherapy and meetings with neurologists.

She is keen to get back to her hobbies. Darby calls her “Dr Doolittle” due to her love for animals, and added that Tia is a keen reader and enjoys playing dodgeball.

Cameron Miller, director of external affairs and strategy at the Brain Tumour Charity, said “We wish Tia all the best with her continuing treatment and thank Imogen for sharing her story.

“Sadly, it’s one that we often hear. For many brain tumour patients, it simply takes too long to be diagnosed — and this is one of the reasons why we’re calling for a National Brain Tumour Strategy.”

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Campfire Stories

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion's current theme is Campfire Stories. Cabin 14 represent!

Camping was honestly so cool. Mike had shaken hands or exchanged friendly nods with... just so many other versions of his own family that his brain was starting to spin.

No one had believed the invitation but him. It promised it would send whoever joined in right back to the moment they'd left, like they were never gone, which worked for him because he did actually have a lot of responsibilities and he was starting to get really worn out. Vacation? Yes please. Maybe there'd even be some good food. So he'd gone, alone, and. Well.

If he freaked out a little as he started to realize he was looking at a whole bunch of alternate versions of himself and his brothers, and alternate versions of the kids, and just like, a bunch of alternate sets of four-ish mutant turtles in general, no he didn't. This was just like the comic books, and Mike loved comic books. When was the last time they'd been on a comic-book-style adventure? They were due. They were due for an epic crossover event spanning a bunch of different titles that everyone had to buy every issue of to make sense of the storyline and might be a bit of a cash grab but who cared because crossovers were awesome.

And maybe it gave him a few little twinges just seeing so many complete sets of four wandering around, but that was fine. It was all good. He supposed that if he couldn't have found his way to Donnie, then at least he found his way to somewhere almost as cool.

...Then, partway through orientation, a tiny portal had opened up, and into his arms had tumbled his beloved nibbles.* How they'd got there was obvious; Little El had a partly chewed-up invitation in his mouth.

(Was some part of him the teeny-tiniest bit sad that Donnie had missed the opportunity to come so they could hug in person? Maybe. But who would he tell?)

Luckily, he'd been able to finagle a daycare of sorts while he went around greeting and bothering everyone. That was for the better, really; the camp was chaotic as heck, and the kids were better off out of the thick of things. He'd checked back in every so often and they seemed fine - Baby Lee was chattering away, Baby Dee was puzzling something out with some toys in a quiet corner, Baby Angie was sleeping, Baby El was peering out the window and waving to anyone passing by. But the day was long, and the sun had started falling, and the last time he poked his head in to check, El had burst into tears and wouldn't stop shrieking until Mike had picked him up, and any indication Mike was about to let go caused yet another wave of panic.

(It was weird to not... feel them, y'know? How they were feeling. They were just normal babies like this. For a given value of 'normal,' of course - nothing about them or their lives was normal. But hey, turns out it wasn't so unusual to be a giant mutant turtle, or to travel the multiverse. Who knew.)

Mike leaned back against the cabin wall, staring out at the various campfires that had already been lit across the camp. So many different turtles all chatting with each other. Mike had to admit, if not for the kiddos, he'd probably be right in the middle of all of that, but he wasn't going to wind them up. Baby Lee and Baby Dee each wiggled to find a more comfortable spot on either side of the crook of his neck, while El chewed on his own tail, held against Mike's plastron with his arm. No scolding could get El to remove it, and Mike couldn't pull it out because, hey, one hand, and the one hand was currently occupied with a sleeping Baby Angie.

There was one campfire burning right by the cabin that no one had started huddling by, yet, and Mike stared into it. Memories of campfires at the Northampton farmhouse, s'mores and smoke and hotdogs on sticks, were a lot less painful because Donnie wasn't dead. The sickly-sweet tinge of grief had washed away with time and with knowledge. It still made him a little sadly nostalgic, though, for a better time when they were whole.

"Hey, guys," he murmured to the tiny turtles. "You're too baby for s'mores, I think, but wanna sit by the fire for a bit? Give your creaky old uncle a chance to rest his legs?"**

Baby Lee chirped, of course, just happy to have something to respond to, and Baby El signed "yes." No response from Angie or Dee, as expected. Mike hefted Baby El a little higher - oof, he was getting so big, Mike was proud, though based on some of El's more grown-up alternate selves it was clear El still had a metric crap-ton of growing left to do - and walked them all over to the fire, settling himself down on a long, low-lying log. Just the right height for El to sit down on and give him a break for a bit.

"Think you're big enough to sit next to me?" He squeezed Baby El gently.

"Yes!" Baby El signed again. So Mike relaxed and let El slide down off his lap and onto the ground to his left. It only took El a few clumsy tries to sit himself properly on the log with his tail swaying behind him. As soon as he was situated, he'd wrapped his tiny fingers around Mike's belt, like saying, you're not allowed to go anywhere. Aaaw. Mike had the world's cutest nibbles, hands down. He patted the top of El's head with his left arm.

He dropped Baby Angie into his lap, freeing up his hand, and carefully did the same for Baby Lee and Baby Dee, trying hard to be patient and not move too fast because he did not want a fingerful of teeth tonight.

"So I know you guys've never been camping, but normally, you roast marshmallows and tell stories by the campfire!" He explained. "Scary stories, but, uh. Unfortunately, I can't just give you back to your Turtle Dad at the end of the day to deal with your nightmares and your sugar highs. This sucks. Hard to be the cool uncle in these conditions." He rested his hand on the log and leaned back a little to roll out his shoulders, stretching his legs out towards the firepit. Baby El tried to copy him and almost fell off.

"So scary stories are out. Fun stories are in! Do you guys wanna hear some fun stuff about your Tad when he was a kid?" Mike chuckled only a little bit evilly. "I got some embarassing ones. He can't stop me from telling 'em, now. You snooze, you lose, Donnie-boy."

The flames in front of them wavered, sending up sparks and lazy plumes of smoke into the slowly darkening twilight.

"So there was this one time..."

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Would anyone like to join Mike at the campfire?

Hold Every Memory Mike (+nibbles)

*'nibbles' are Mike's word for the Rise babies, his 'nephews' by Don. They're his nephews/niblings and 'the right size for a little nibble.' We're adding the 'Baby' prefix here to separate them from some other similarly-named characters within the cabin - all babies are Baby __ for consistency

**do not believe his lies he is not even 30 yet

[lonestarbattleship]

The incomplete HAWAII (CB-3) being moved to a berth, likely on her way to the scrapyard. Photographed on either May 20 or June 20, 1959. Likely the latter since the Navy Heritage and History Center has a better track record with dates.

Note: her 12 inch/50 caliber Mark 8 gun turrets have already been removed. They were removed in preparation for Hawaii would have become an Aircraft Carrier Task Force Command Ship, under SCB-83 and her hull designation changed to (CBC-1). Unlike the proposed ballistic and guided missile conversions, this conversion was budgeted in 1952.

Painting by Wayne Scarpaci

"This was as parallel to this program was a project to convert the unfinished Oregon City class heavy cruiser NORTHAMPTON (CLC-1) (later CC-1, ex-CA-125) to a National Emergency Command Post Afloat (NECPA). The NECPA program command ship (NORTHAMPTON) was where the US President and his Staff would direct US Military Forces during a nuclear conflict."

"Command and control of USN carrier forces during WWII was generally conducted from a standard vessel of the Task Force, with either a battleship or a carrier usually designated as flagship. But the presence of the force commander and his staff aboard was disruptive and resulted in overcrowded conditions, which impacted the combat effectiveness of the assigned ship. But with the superiority of the dedicated Amphibious Command Ship (AGC) concept for command and control of assault forces repeatedly demonstrated during WWII. Serious postwar consideration was given to the concept of a similar dedicated type of ship for Command and Control of Carrier Task Forces. In keeping with this concept in 1952 the USN developed the SCB-83 project to convert the HAWAII into a dedicated Carrier Task Force Command Cruiser (CBC-1). This design was strictly intended as a single mission ship featuring extensive flag facilities for command and control of carrier task forces, but no accommodations for amphibious or other types of operations.

The ship would have been armed with six 5 inch/54 caliber guns in single mounts, shipped three forward and three aft, with eight 3 inch/70 caliber guns in four enclosed twin mounts amidships. It would have fitted an AN/SPS2 radar atop a forward tower and an AN/SPS8A height finder on the aft superstructure. There was to be an SK-2 parabolic dish for tropospherical backscatter communications mounted atop short tower aft of the stack, forward of the AN/SPS8A. Two Mk37/directors with Mk25 fire control radars were provided on the superstructure fore and aft. The superstructure was built up amidships to accommodate the flag staff facilities and the single stack of the original CB design retained."

Work was halted after the turrets were removed and would continue after experience was gained from the conversion of NORTHAMPTON. However, it was discovered that it was easier and cheaper to convert USS WRIGHT (CVL-49) into the second Command ship without the loss of capability and HAWAII was sent back to the reserve fleet in Philadelphia Navy Yard.

The hull remained in the reserve fleet for 12 years before it was finally scrapped along with the incomplete hulls of KENTUCKY (BB-66) and ILLINOIS (BB-65).

U.S. Naval History and Heritage Command: NH 89293

Mariner's Museum and Park: P0001.014/01-#PN4850, P0001.014/01-#PN4858, P0001.014/01-#PN4853, P0001.014/01-#PN4847, P0001.014/01-#PN4848, P0001.014/01-#PN4849

Information, diagram and painting from "USN BATTESHIP CONVERSIONS PROJECTS" by Wayne Scarpaci: link

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And We'll Keep Marching On Chapter 2 - Unexpected Guests

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Donatello had to focus very, very hard on keeping his hand steady.

Because the rudimentary patch job he’d done in New York  would not keep Leo stable all the way to Northampton and a lot of his injuries needed stitches and he couldn’t make one mistake because he’d already messed up so bad-

Donnie paused to focus on his breathing, forcing his hands to still and not cling to the needle so tightly.

“You good?”

Donnie only spared a glance towards Casey, keeping his focus and line of sight firmly on his hands and…and on Leo, “Have to be.”

Casey hummed. A surprisingly tame answer to his usual bluster. But…he hadn’t been acting like himself ever since Leo…since April’s apartment.

Case in point, he was still in the van with Donnie. 

Once the city had disappeared from the horizon, Donnie had made the request for them to pull over for a bit, citing that he needed to treat Leo more thoroughly before they went any further.

Raph had nodded and ushered Mikey out of the van the moment Casey had stopped at an abandoned rest stop. April had gone with them, bringing the smaller first aid kit with her.

Donnie had been expecting Casey to follow them out as well but the boy had just turned in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin in his palms, watching quietly as Donnie removed his hand and wrist wrappings, washed his hand with a water bottle and a bit of soap and unpacked the larger first aid kit.

Donnie had not commented on it, his attention more centered on…stitching up Leo.

Everything had gone so wrong so quickly, that Donatello was still having trouble processing it all.

The Kraang had taken over New York, had infiltrated their home, they’d lost Splinter, April lost her dad again, Casey hadn’t been able to find his family and Leo…

Leo was more black, blue, and red than green. His limbs were covered in cuts and gashes, many having dug in deep enough to need stitches. There were also bruises, red and angry and painful looking, molting Leo’s scales in ugly patterns. 

But the worst were the two massive gashes on his shoulder. 

The parallel cuts were deep, almost to the bone by Donnie’s guess. They cleaved downward, chipping off the top edge of Leo’s plastron before the protective plating was too thick for the blades to penetrate. But the force was still enough to leave very clear indents, marring Leo’s shell in a way that would take years to heal over.

If it ever did.

Donnie swallowed again, took another breath, forced his mind away from the only person who could have caused that injury and started mentally reciting the decimals of pi as he lowered his hands.

He expected Leo to react when the needle pierced his skin. They didn’t need stitches often, but the feeling was always unpleasant and…as much as he hated it, giving Leo any sort of sedative could do more harm than good with the clear bruising around his jaw and the back of his head and a deep, sluggishly bleeding cut on his temple speaking of bad head injuries.

But Leo didn’t even twitch when the needle slid through his scales. Donnie knew he should be grateful for the fact that Leo didn’t feel it as he was stitched back together. But the lack of reaction made something unpleasant twist in his gut. 

Leo’s body…his nervous system should still react to simulation, especially anything that sent the signal for ‘pain’ up to his brain. But each stitch Donnie added was met with cool scales that stayed perfectly still under his bloodying hands.

Damnit, he didn’t bring gloves. He should have brought gloves for this, that bit of bottled water and soap wasn’t anywhere close to sterile enough. Leo could get an infection and it would be Donnie's fault because he was stupid and failed-

His vision started to blur.

Donnie’s hands jerked back as he blinked, trying to force the sudden blurriness from his vision. He couldn’t afford this right now, Leo needed him and he was failing again-

He raised a hand, intending to rub at his eyes-

But it was red with blood. He couldn’t wipe his face, there was blood on his hans. He had blood on his hands. Leo’s blood. Leo’s blood was on his hands-

Donnie startled harshly when something scratchy pressed against his cheek.

He whipped his head around to find a blob of grays and black…that slowly refined itself into Casey.

He had moved from the front seats at some point, now crouched on the balls of his feet next to Donnie, one arm outstretched and holding…an old rag.

Donnie blinked again and it suddenly clicked that his vision was blurry because of tears.

He was crying. Damnit, he was crying when he had to help Leo and it was in front of Casey Jones of all people-

“Hold still, would ya?” Casey muttered, scooching closer. “You need to see to fix Leo up, right?”

Donnie…was confused.

Casey never passed on a chance to make fun of him. He had a knack for spotting any weakness and using it against people in the form of backhanded nicknames and snide remarks. Donnie had quite a few monikers given to him by none other than Casey.

But Casey wasn’t teasing or poking, calling Donnie a crybaby or overly emotional…he was trying to help Donnie clear his eyes so he could finish treating Leo.

Under most circumstances, Donnie might have refused the help, probably would have hurled an insult or several to get Casey to back away as quickly as possible.

But he couldn’t wipe his face without smearing…blood everywhere.

So he tipped his chin down and let Casey rub the rag over his eyes. He sniffed, blinking hard to get rid of the last of the moisture before bending over Leo again.

He tried to hold the rest back. It was bad enough that he’d needed Casey to wipe tears from his face, he didn’t need to give him any more ammunition for a later date.

But by the time Donnie was tying off the stitches on the first shoulder gash, the tears were building again. Enough that his work would be hindered if he didn’t wipe them away.

He straightened again, turned in Casey’s general direction.

His breathing caught in his chest.

Then again, as Casey wiped his face.

And by the time he was looking back at Leo, a small, broken whine slipped out.

He locked his jaw, angry at himself for breaking when Leo needed him, but more quiet keening sounds forced their way between his teeth. His shoulders hunched in embarrassment but his hands kept working.

It didn’t matter if he was having a breakdown in front of his rival. Leo needed him, he needed to help Leo. He’d take whatever Casey dished out later. He had to. He was the only one who could close all the open wounds marring their leader.

Slowly killing their big brother.

Casey was silent as Donnie cried and kept completely still unless Donnie needed his tears cleared away again. A part of Donnie was grateful for that, glad that Casey had enough emotional tact to not pick and prod at this moment.

It felt like hours before Donnie was finally done, fingers numb from the delicate work and neck stiff from being bent down for so long. He wrapped bandages over all the new stitches and the smaller cuts, watching Leo’s face the entire time for any sign of a reaction. 

But Leo’s face stayed lax an blank, not even pinching a little when Casey heaved his torso up so Donnie could wrap his shoulder. His scales were still chilly to the touch and his breathing was raspy and slow. It was even, which gave Donnie a little comfort, but each pause between inhales and exhales was far too long to be normal.

But he couldn’t…do much.

He’d only been able to take smaller medical equipment with him when they cleared out the Lair, anything that would go in the aid kits either being too large or busted from the Kraang. Which meant he didn’t have anything to examine Leo internally beyond his homemade stethoscope.

He could only treat what he could see. If something was wrong below the surface level-

Donnie hiccuped on his next breath, eyes drifting from Leo to his own lap. To his hands in his lap. His hands that were still gloveless and covered in red-

The van door slid open noisily as Casey shoved it. Donnie looked up to be greeted by Casey holding out another bottle of water, “Get all that gunk off you before Mikey gets back. He might freak.”

Right. Right, Mikey would get upset if he came back to Donnie covered in blood.

Luckily, it seemed that he, Raph and April had gone inside the rest stop, probably to both look for useable supplies and to give Donnie plenty of space. So Donnie scooted his way out, shivering when his feet hit the sun-warmed ground.

He snapped up the rag and water, using both to scrub the blood away, letting it fall to the ground in a waterfall of pinkish water.

When he was done, he reached back into the van, grabbing his wrappings and replacing them around his damp wrists and fingers, running his palms over the familiar texture to recenter himself. Ground himself back in the here and now and not what ifs and maybes.

He turned to Casey, who was leaning against the van, eyes firmly fixed on Leo while Donnie pulled himself back together.

He absently wondered if this was as close to kind as the other teen got.

He found himself grateful for it.

He took one last breath, rubbed his hands down his face and climbed back into the van. Casey waited until Donnie was sitting, knees hugged firmly into his chest, before pushing off the van and strolling around it, hollering for April and the guys to get back in before he left them behind.

Donnie tucked his chin to his chest as everyone returned and climbed back in.. His eyes drifted to his brother's as the engine rumbled back to life, taking in the injuries that had been patched while he was taking care of Leo.

Mikey had gotten off the easiest, with only minor cuts and bruises that would heal in a few days. He probably would be sore, heaving a couch out a window had definitely caused him to pull some muscles, but there wasn’t much they could do for that except for a hot bath. 

Raph was a little worse off since he’d been out with Casey when the invasion started. His shell still had a few scorch marks and one ankle had been bandaged. He also sported a massive bruise and scrapes down one arm, likely from a bad landing from a high point.

Casey had similar scraps on the bits of skin he left exposed, probably bruising too. April had gotten rattled around with the rest of them in the Turtle Mech but Donnie had not seen any serious injuries on her. 

All in all, they would be recovered in no time…except for Leo.

Donnie hugged his legs closer to himself, as if it would make the situation better, like it could block out the slow, raspy breaths of their oldest brother, beaten and bloodied and still unresponsive to anything.

Donnie shivered.

He knew, logically, the chances of Leo waking up right then were low. But a part of him still clung to the hope that Leo would defy the odds again. That he’d just sit up and ask if everyone was okay and start mother-henning them and come up with a brilliant and crazy plan to drive all the Kraang from New York.

But he didn’t even twitch when the van hit a bump and Donnie didn’t have enough energy to call Casey out of jostling them.

He glanced at the other side of the backseat, where Mikey and Raph had curled around each other. Exhaustion was getting the better of Raph, pulling him into doze within minutes of the van moving on. His doze was slowly becoming actual sleep, pulling him sideways and almost completely on top of Mikey. The youngest clung to Raph, but he was wide awake and his eyes were fixed on Leo, like he would vanish if Mikey so much as blinked.

Donnie wanted to move over to them, lean on Raph’s other side and soak in at least a little comfort.

But Leo was hurt because he had fought with him…he didn’t deserve to be comforted. Not until he fixed this.

So he sat, only grunting in pain when the van went over bumps or dipped into potholes that made his bruised body and laser-burned arm tingle with discomfort.

He watched Leo every time, wishing he would at least make a distressed sound in response to the bumpy ride.

He never did. Hours later and he still hadn’t moved under his own will once.

“It’s down that road there,” April murmured to Casey at some point, voice hushed as if she was frightened to disturb the silence that had stayed firmly in place for the entire drive.

Casey just grunted in reply as he turned. 

Donnie could hear when the road changed from old concrete to dirt and gravel. It was probably more of a very long driveway than a road because he doubted April would have suggested the farmhouse if there were neighbors close by.

Mikey reached up and carefully poked Raph's face. Donnie watched as he blinked sleepily, beak scrunching, brain still waking up as his eyes fell on Leo. And he saw when everything came rushing back and everything that had happened seemed to physically bore itself onto Raph shoulders.

His voice sounded almost hollow as he asked, "Where are we?"

"Northampton," the answer came out of Donnie automatically, the need to answer any question still persisting through his exhaustion.

Raph nodded slowly, eyes taking in the trees and cloudy sky through the windows, "'It’ll be dark soon."

"Yeah," Donnie agreed.

They all lapsed back into silence, only the rumble of the van's engine keeping it from being fully quiet.

Raph shifted, forcing Mikey to sit up more so both could be properly upright. Donnie shut his eyes, mentally running down a checklist of what he would need to do to help Leo when they reached April’s summer home.

It felt like too long and not long enough before Casey started to slow down.

Donnie opened his eyes again, sitting up to peer out the windshield.

The farmhouse was clearly old and not in the best condition but all the windows and doors seemed to be intact. He'd have to get inside to see about the utilities but he could get them power and water relatively easily.

Casey stopped in front of the house, as close as he could get to the porch. Donnie was up the moment they stopped, opening the van door as he spoke, "Stay with Leo. I need to find a place he can…recover."

He didn't wait to see if Raph or Mikey replied. He stepped out of the van, shoved down the little voice screaming in his head to hide from the open sunlight and joined April on the porch.

She was flipping the various decorations over, the rug, a broken flower pot, what was probably a lawn gnome at one point-

She grumbled as she stood, dusting her hands off, "Guess there isn't a hidden key."

"Here," Donnie grabbed his lock-picking tools from his belt. Sure, breaking the door would be faster but he kinda wanted it to stay intact and not be another thing he'd have to fix.

Except when he crouched and put a hand on the old wood, it swung open.

Donnie tensed, eyes snapping to April. She stared back, shoulders also going tight in alarm.

The door should not be unlocked.

Donnie moved first, pushing the door fully open as he readied his bò.

The entryway seemed empty. He could see a kitchen and living room but walls blocked most of his view. He tipped his head, listening for any footsteps or voices. 

The house was dead quiet. But that didn't mean it was empty.

Donnie heard the quiet thump of Casey's gear, felt the teen's presence at his other shoulder. 

Donnie raised a hand, gesturing towards the kitchen and living room. April and Casey moved without saying a word, splitting off to search the downstairs. Donnie moved towards the stairs, silently making his way up.

He kept close to the walls, blending into the shadows as much as he could, third eyelid sliding closed instinctively. The stairs took him to a small balcony and hallway holding four doors. He nudged open the first door, peering into a dusty bedroom with two beds. Nothing there looked disturbed so he moved to the next room.

The door was already wide open and the room beyond it was more of a glorified closet, with a bedframe and a beat-up nightstand being the only occupants.

Two down, two to go.

Donnie crept forward, eyes narrowing when he noticed the next door was firmly shut rather than cracked or opened.

He approached it, pausing to listen for any signs of life.

It was faint, would be unnoticed by anyone who hadn’t had extensive training in listening to their surroundings for anything and everything that was even a little off.

But he could hear it, a soft scraping sound that didn’t match the ambient noise of the house.

Donnie’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clicked. He pushed down the instinct to growl as he reached for the door handle.

He almost leaped back in shock when he shoved the door open and was greeted by the shrillest screeching sound he’d ever heard in his life.

He looked down, dancing backwards, still in mild shock as he realized exactly what was screeching at him.

It was a robot. A bird-like, white and muted purple, two-foot tall robot that was hopping on one leg and had a freaking taser sticking out of the other and was trying very hard to jab Donnie’s ankle with it.

It screeched again, the two antennas on its boxy head flapping up and down in a show of aggression, looking up at Donnie and, somehow, its giant lens eyes looked absolutely livid at being disturbed.

Donnie backed up another step and jabbed his staff down on the robot's body. It chirped in shock as it was pinning, taser leg still waving in the air and head now frantically swinging back and forth.

“Wait! W-wait, don’t hurt him!”

Donnie looked up, into what was apparently a bathroom, and his eyes widened further.

A girl was leaning on the far wall. She looked around his own age, with tan skin and dark, curly hair that hung in a tangled mess around her shoulders. She was wearing some kind of white scrubs, which were ripped in several places and discolored by patches of dirt and…maybe old blood?

Donnie would have inspected better, but what caught his attention the most was the very obvious Kraang blaster she had clutched in one hand and half raised towards him.

Footsteps thundered up the stairs and Casey vaulted over the last few, hockey stick at the ready, “Who the he- eeeeeck is that thing?!”

“Donnie! What’s going on up here?” April bounded up next, tensen at the ready.

And Donnie really wished he had an answer for her but…even he wasn’t fully sure.

His eyes snapped back into the bathroom when he heard a shift. The girl was slowly pulling herself up the wall, clearly favoring one side. And now that Donnie looked again, he saw that, yes, some of the dark stains on her clothing were from old wounds that were peeking from the tears, particularly on her side and leg.

She raised a hand, hazel eyes widening when the robot squealed again, “Please, d-don’t hurt him! He was just trying to protect me, please-”

“Who the heck are you?!” Casey shoved his way into the bathroom, pointing his stick at the girl. “And what are you doing here? And why do you have a Kraang gun?! You a spy or somethin’?”

“No!” the girl straightened at that, face twisting into anger. “I would never work with those shabuir’s! I just escaped their weird hellscape planet!”

“Yeah, right,” Casey huffed. “And I’m a possum.”

April shuffled closer so that she was next to Donnie. Her eyes narrowed and one hand slowly raised. Donnie waited, watching April’s face for any sign of their next move should be.

Because on the one hand, they really did not have the energy or time to chase off another person who may or may not be a threat to their team. But on the other, her injuries didn’t look fake and if she had escaped from Dimension X…

April frowned, expression confused as she leaned closer to Donnie, “I…I think she’s telling the truth but…it’s like there’s some kind of wall around her mind. It’s making it hard to read.”

Donnie’s brow pinched as he turned back to the bathroom. Casey glanced back, smacking the hockey stick into one hand, ready to chase her out once the word was given. Donnie looked at the girl, eyes narrowing further, “What are you doing here?”

“I just…I need somewhere to hunker down for a bit so I can get a signal to my team. I got portaled in the middle of the woods and…this is the first place I found.”

April’s expression hardened but didn’t comment.

Donnie glanced down at the gun the girl was still clutching, then at the squirming robot, “...you put that down and I’ll let him up, okay?”

“Are you serious-” Casey hissed. “We don’t know her or what she’s doin’ here man!”

The girl, not listening to Casey’s stage whisper, dropped the blaster without a hint of hesitation, even giving it a kick that sent it across the floor to Casey’s feet. She held up both hands, pleading eyes turning back to Donnie.

Slowly, he lifted his bo.

The robot was off in a flash, skittering under Casey and back to the girl, climbing up her non-injured leg and stopping on her shoulder, beeping and trilling angerly the entire way.

The girl visibly relaxed at the return of her robot, once again leaning against the wall and breathing out a soft, “Thank you.”

“Right,” Donnie murmured, stowing his bo. He grabbed April with one hand and scooped the laser gun up in the other. “Would you mind just…staying right there? Thanks.”

Donnie didn’t wait for a reply, practically flying back to the stairs with April, hoping that Casey would behave until they got back.

Raph was standing guard next to the van. His eyes snapped to Donnie when he came outside but he waited until he and April were off the bottom porch step before hissing out, “What the heck happened in there? And where did that thing come from?”

“So, short version?” Donnie said. “There is an injured teenager and a robot in the upstairs bathroom and she had this.” Donnie placed the blaster on the gravel between them. “She said she escaped from Dimension X.”

“Seriously?” Raph asked. “We cannot deal with this right now. Just…I don’t know, send her off somewhere else.”

“Raph,” April interrupted. “I couldn’t get a good read on her mind but…she seemed genuine from what I could sense. And scared.”

“So?” Raph asked.

The van door slid open and Mikey poked his head into the circle, “Dude, we can’t just throw her out! It’s almost winter and April said there isn’t anyone around for miles!”

“So just take her to town and drop her off, what’s the big deal?”

“It’s not just that,” Donnie added. “She saw me and she might have seen you too. If we take her to town and drop her off, we have no way to know if she’ll tell anyone or not.”

Raph paused, his bared teeth morphing into a thoughtful frown, “...we can’t risk that right now.”

They all subconsciously glanced at Leo’s prone form.

“So we keep her around?” Raph asked.

“...it’s not like we have a lot of options,” Donnie replied. “Plus, I would quite like to know where that robot she has came from. It doesn’t look like something the Kraang would make, but it’s way too advanced to be something from Earth.”

“Sweet, new friend,” Mikey grinned, but his tone lacked the usual enthusiasm he got when making new friends.

April nodded along with them, crossing her arms, “She also mentioned signaling people. We’ll need someone to keep an eye on her at all times, make sure she doesn’t do that.”

Donnie nodded, turning back to Raph and Mikey, “I only saw two bedrooms but neither one is set up properly. But the sooner we get Leo inside the better so we can put him on the couch for now.”

“Right,” Raph nodded, climbing into the van and kneeling at Leo’s head. “And I assume you’re gonna talk to our unexpected guest while we do that.”

“Yeah,” Donnie agreed. “Then I’ll get started making this place more livable. We’ll need to get water and power first and foremost. And I need to make sure we have reliable heat sources. Winter could get bad out here.”

April nodded, placing a hand on Donnie’s arm, “Thanks Donnie. I can show you where everything is…after.”

“Right,” After. After he made sure they weren’t at risk of being chased into the woods by the locals or aliens. After they got Leo settled somewhere to rest and heal…

Donnie left April to help move Leo, taking the stairs two at a time back to the bathroom.

He found Casey had moved into the hallway and had shut the door, standing guard in front of it.

He frowned at Donnie, raising an eyebrow, “Well?”

“Kicking her out would be a safety hazard to us,” Donnie explained shortly. “So I’m going to lay down some rules.”

Casey gritted his teeth and wrinkled his nose, “So, what, we just hope she’s not another secret Kraang bot?”

“Seeing how she didn’t shoot me the second I opened the door, I think she’s just a normal human,” Donnie moved around Casey, opening the bathroom once again.

The girl was sitting on the floor, wedged into a corner with the robot sitting in her lap. Her head snapped up when Donnie entered and the bot let out a low, displeased sound.

Donnie approached the pair, mulling over how to start this talk, “...I don’t think we got your name.”

“Raven,” she answered quickly. “I’m Raven. And he’s Scrap.”

The robot beeped, the two antennas on its head swiveling upright at the sound of his name.

“Okay,” Donnie crouched in front of them, clasping his hands together between his knees. “I’m Donatello. Now, as you can see, I’m not quite human and, as such, would prefer if other humans didn’t know about me or my family.”

Raven frowned but didn’t speak.

Donnie continued, “That and we’re trying to lay low up here. But that plan kinda has a kink now.”

Raven nodded, “I’ve compromised your safehouse.”

Donnie straightened slightly, her bluntness surprising him, “Um, yeah, kinda.”

She nodded again, “I’m guessing you need to kill us to ensure your safety?”

Donnie recoiled sharply, eyes going wide with shock, “What? No! I was just going to say you need to stay here where we can keep an eye on you! Why-? What made you-? Just right to killing?”

“Oh,” Raven smiled, relaxing against the wall. “That’s good. I don’t feel like fighting anyone right now. Or negotiating.”

Donnie blinked, “...right…you also can’t signal your team.”

Raven straightened again, smile evaporating, “What?”

“You said it yourself, you being her compromised our safehouse,” Donnie explained. “And the best way to keep us safe is to make sure that knowledge starts and ends with you. So, until further notice? You can’t leave and you can’t contact anyone.”

Raven opened her mouth, looking as if she wanted to protest.

But something gave her pause. She slowly closed her jaw, eyes narrowing at Donnie.

He narrowed his eyes back.

“...okay,” she finally said. “I concede to your terms.”

Donnie nodded and stood, “Great. I’m just gonna…go now…Do you want anything for, ya know, those injuries?”

Raven shook her head, “Some different clothes would be nice when someone gets a moment.”

“Right…I’ll see what we can do,” He spun, marching back out of the bathroom again, ignoring the headshake of disapproval Casey was directing at him.

He ventured back down the stairs, reaching the bottom just in time to see Raph tucking a blanket around Leo on the couch. Mikey was huddled down next to him, holding one of Leo’s hands in both of his.

They both looked up when Donnie stepped in.

“Well?” Raph asked.

“She was surprisingly cooperative,” Donnie said as he approached Leo, pressing lightly at his pulse point. “We should still keep an eye on her though, just in case…she also requested if we could provide her clothing.”

“Seriously?” Raph muttered. “What does she think this is, a hotel?”

“Considering she is currently wearing what I assume is the standard for Kraang prisoners, it’s not that unusual of an ask.”

Raph paused, eyes narrowing slightly before he turned towards the stairs, “You said there were two bedrooms?”

“Possibly three,” Donnie replied. “Set up one for Leo?”

Raph muttered a reply but he was halfway up the stairs so Donnie didn’t quite catch it.

He chose to let it drop for now, focusing on rechecking Leo’s vitals and bandages.

Mikey watched quietly for a minute before speaking, “Does she seem nice?”

“Who?”

“The girl upstairs,” Mikey explained. “It’d be cool if she was nice. Then we could have another human friend.”

Donnie sighed. He knew Mikey was trying to stay a little positive but, “...it’s way too early to know Mikey. We should just keep her at arms length for now.”

“Okay,” Mikey paused again. “Hey Donnie?”

“Yeah?”

“When’s Leo gonna wake up?”

And that question made Donnie pause and created an unpleasant lump in his throat.

Because how the heck was he supposed to tell Mikey that there was a chance Leo would never wake up? Leo was so hurt and his breathing was off and he wasn’t responding to any kind of stimuli. Every hour Leo didn’t wake just increased the chance that he would just stop breathing and not start again.

How was he supposed to say that he was out of his depth? That he didn’t know how to give Leo the best chance of bouncing back? None of them had been hurt as bad as Leo was hurt and Splinter was the one to mend serious injuries. But Donnie was sure even Splinter wouldn’t know how to best mend all of Leo’s wounds.

How was he supposed to tell Mikey that he didn’t know how to fix this? That they could lose Leo too and Donnie had no idea how to fix that?

He couldn’t. Mikey was already struggling, they were all struggling and Donnie didn’t want to shatter what little was left of their hope.

So he smiled at Mikey, fake and forced, and told him, “It’s Leo. He’ll be back up in no time.”

The words tasted like acid on Donnie’s tongue.

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SO! A few little things that I probably should have said before but….kinda posted chapter 1 RIGHT before I had to go to work so it was a rush job. But I am taking a bit of a new approach to this arc. For one, I think I'm going to try and implement an upload schedule of once a week on Fridays(small exception made for chapter 2 because I was gonna post 1 and 2 at the same time but then I added the whole scene with Donie patching Leo up). I'm hoping it'll give me more time for edits so that there are less errors in the posted chapters (very sorry for how often that happened in arcs 1 and 2, did not realize how often I miss things) Another thing is that I'm pretty much going full 'fuck it, this is fanfiction'. Meaning this is going to be very different from the conon show and not a simple 'show but there's an extra character'. This is basically gonna be a 2012 overhaul with an added OC. And I will be throwing out my 'keep under 30 chapter rule' because I KNOW this is gonna be a long arc. With that out of the way, NEW OC FOR THINE EYES! May she bring you much joy over the course of this fic!

[une-sanz-pluis]

The Will of Eleanor de Bohun, Duchess of Gloucester*

In the name of God, amen. I, Eleanor, Duchess of Gloucester, Countess of Essex, &c., being of good and sane memory, in my castle of Plessy, the ninth day of August, the year of our Lord one thousand three hundred and ninety-nine according to the course of the Church of England, regarding and considering the evils and uncertainties of this variable and transitory world, appoint and intend ['devise'] my last will and testament as follows.

First, I commend my soul entirely to the great and innumerable mercies of our all powerful and very merciful Lord Jesus Christ, asking for the aid of his holy mother, the very humble Virgin, our very sweet Lady Saint Mary, of my Lord John the Baptist, and of all the company of heaven.

Item, I will for my burial that my body be buried in the Church of Westminster Abbey, in the Chapel of Saint Edmund the King and of Saint Thomas of Canterbury, near the body of my lord and husband Thomas, Duke of Gloucester, and seventh son of King Edward the Third, and should it happen that the body of my said lord and husband in time to come should be removed I wish that my body repose and remain in the aforesaid chapel and place. And I will and appoint that on the day of my burial my executors provide that my body be covered with a piece of black tapestry with a white cross and escutcheon of my arms in the midst of the said cross, and four round wax tapers and seven plain lamps standing at the four corners. And let there be fifteen men specially chosen for their loyalty to and fear of God, of whatever age or utter poverty, according to the discretion of my executors, each of the said poor men holding a torch, that is to say, five at the head and five at each side, and let each of the said poor men be dressed in a gown, a hood, and a pair of breeches of good strong blue cloth of deep color, and let the said gowns and hoods be lined with white; also let there be given to each of them a pair of shoes and a pair of linen shirts and twenty pence silver ['esterlinges'] to pray for my soul and for the soul of my lord and husband aforesaid, and for all the living and dead in particular to whom I am bound, and for all Christians.

Item, touching the aforesaid tapers [and] lamps, let there be no torches nor any other manner of lights around my dead body except only at the time of divine service, and, that done, the rest of the tapers, lamps, and torches be given to the service of the said chapel in which I am buried.

Item, I bequeath to the Convent of Monks of the said Abbey of Westminster on the day of my burial £10 of money for their pittance.

Item, I bequeath to be distributed among the poor, according to the judgment of my executors, on the same day 100 shillings.

Item, I bequeath to the Abbess and Convent of Sister Minoresses near London, without the gate of Aldgate, on the same day, for their pittance £6, I3sh. 4d. and a small tun of good wine.

Item, I bequeath to the Prior and Convent of Lanthony near Gloucester £3, 8sh. 6d. And to Sir William Sheldon, canon of the said place, 100 shillings.

Item, I bequeath to the Church and Abbey of Walden, where my lord and father, Humphrey de Bohun, last Earl of Hereford, Essex, and Northampton, Constable of England, is buried a vestment, with field of balderkin blue, diapered with other colors, [figured] with harts on cloth of gold of Ipres work, that is to say, two table furnishings, a frontel, a chasuble, two tunics, a cope, three albs, three amices, together with the paraphernalia pertaining to them, and the gold fringes of the said vestment, the whole being of fine gold of Ipres, the field red.

Item, I appoint and will that my executors celebrate, within as short time after my death as they can, a thousand masses for my soul; twenty of the Assumption of our Lady, one hundred and fifty of the Requiem, fifty of my Lord Saint John the Baptist, fifty of Saint John the Evangelist, fifty of Saint Leonard, thirty of All Saints, fifty for the soul of Thomas sometime Duke of Gloucester, twenty of the Nativity of our Lord, twenty of the Resurrection, twenty of the Ascension, fifty of Saint Michael Archangel, twenty ⸻ [1] ; and as to all these said masses, before the priest begins 'Et ne nos,' the said priest shall say aloud, turning towards the people, 'For the souls of Thomas sometime Duke of Gloucester and Eleanor his wife and all Christian souls for charity, pater noster,' and [then] shall he turn towards the altar and say in secret a pater noster and begin the mass; and in all the said masses shall be said the prayer of 'Deus qui es summa nostrae redemptionis, spes, qui in terra promissionis,' &c., with the 'secretum' and 'post communionem' and the names of my said lord and myself, the said Thomas and Eleanor.

Item, I bequeath to madam, my mother, the Countess of Hereford, a pair of coral paternosters having fifty large beads, five of them of gold, in the form of ' longets swages,' and stamped, asking each day some blessing entirely for my poor soul. And in case my said lady die before me, then I bequeath the said paternosters to the Abbess of the Church of Sister Minoresses aforesaid, to remain there in the said abbey from that time forth for a memorial of me.

Item, I bequeath to my son Humphrey a bed of black cloth damask. Item, a bed of silk balderkin. the field blue. with white fabrics and canopy entire testerns, coverlets, curtains, and tapestry belonging to it.

Item, two pairs of Rennes linen sheets, the one pair having [figured] trefoils, the other quatrefoils.

Item, three pairs of sheets of other linen cloth of best quality.

Item, a pair of fustians, two pairs of blankets, two mattresses of best quality with all belongings and stuff, which were delivered to his servants on his departure from London for Ireland.*

Item, a cup of beryl engraved, having a long handle, and set upon a gold foot, with a wide border above, and a cover all of gold, with one large sapphire upon the handle of the said cover.

Item, a Chronicle of France in French, with two silver clasps, enamelled with the arms of the Duke of Burgoyne.

Item, one book of Giles De Regimine Principum.

Item, a book of Vices and Virtues, and another poem of the story of Chivaler a Cigne, all in French.

Item, a psalter well and richly illuminated, with gold clasps enamelled with white swans, and the arms of my lord and father enamelled on the clasps, and other bars of gold with work in form of mullets, which psalter was given to me to remain to my heirs, and so 'from heir to heir aforesaid'.

Item, a coat of mail having a cross of brass marked on the spot opposite the heart, which belonged to my lord his [my son's] father.

Item, a cross of gold hanging by a chain, having a figure of the crucifix and four pearls around it, with my blessing, as a thing of mine which I most love.

Item, I bequeath to my daughter Anne a pinner ['espiner,' apron] of linen cloth, bordered on the sides with red 'Accuby' and embroidered, and surrounded with a band not embroidered.

Item, a beautiful book and well illuminated in gilt lettering, in French.

Item, the best palfrey I have.

Item, a pair of gold paternosters containing [beads for] thirty Aves, and four jet ornaments, which belonged to my lord and husband, her father, with my blessing.

Item, I bequeath to my daughter Joan a bed of silk of black balderkin, the best.

Item, a bed of cloth of gold of Ipres having [figures of] swans and the letter Y, with canopy entire.

Item, a little bed of white tartary worked with lions and swans, with canopy entire for a small room ['closet'] and of these said beds which want curtains with tapestry, I wish that such be bought suitable for them according to the advice of my executors.

Item, two pairs of Rennes linen sheets, the one pair [figured] with trefoils, the other with quatrefoils.

Item, four pairs of sheets of other linen cloth of the best.

Item, two mattresses, one pair of fustians, three pairs of blankets, besides all the jewels together with their belongings to be to her own use.[2]

Item, twelve dishes and twelve saucers of silver, marked with my arms.

Item, a silver gilt hanap having a cover, and stamped with mottoes of April, and standing upon a foot.

Item, a flat basin and a ewer of silver having my arms enamelled on the rim of the said basin and the 'swages' gilt.

Item, six pieces of new silver [plate] and two silver quart pots and twelve silver spoons.

Item, a book having the psalter, primer, and other devotions, with two gold clasps enamelled with my arms, which book I have much used, with my blessing.

Item, I bequeath to my daughter Isabella, sister of the aforesaid Minoresses, a bed of cloth of gold of Ipres, striped black and red, with canopy entire, testern, coverlet, curtains, and tapestry.

Item, a French Bible in two volumes, having two gold clasps enamelled with the arms of France.

Item, a book of Decretals in French. Item, a book of Mystery Stories.

Item, a book 'De Vitis Patrum,' and the Pastorals of Saint Gregory. Item, an old psalter as far as the nocturn of 'Exultate,' glossed, another new book of the psalter glossed from the prayer 'Domine exaudi' as far as 'Omnis spiritus laudet dominum.' The said books are in French.

Item, £40 in money.

Item, a girdle of black leather having a buckle and pendant and twelve round and plain bars of gold, which belonged to my lord and husband, her father, the which he used much in life and afterwards had in his last sickness [3], with my blessing.

Item, I appoint and will that my debts be well and legally paid and my will performed, that all the rest of my goods movable and non-movable shall remain in the hands of my executors and executrix for each to dispose of among my poor servants, and to do and appoint for the soul of my said lord and husband and my own, and for all the living and dead to whom we have been bound, according to the discretion and disposition of my executors and executrix, with the assent of my overseers.

Item, I prohibit all my children and each of them, as far as I can, from disturbing my executors in any way in distributing any manner of my said goods according to my desire and will and their discretion. I appoint and will that if it should happen that any of my said children should die before me [4], or before they are of age a year after my death, all the goods which I have bequeathed to them remain at the disposal of my executors like my other proper goods, to do for themselves and for me according to their good advice and discretion, except the £40 and the girdle which I have bequeathed to my daughter Isabella [which] I wish to go to the Abbess and Church of Sister Minoresses aforesaid, according as happens to my said daughter Isabella.

To this my last will, appointment, and testament, I appoint, make, and establish these my executors and executrix, Sir ['Monsire '] Jerard Braybrook Jr., Sibilla Beauchamp, John de Boys, steward of my house, Sir Nicholas Miles, parson of Debden, Sir Hugh Painter, chaplain of my free chapel in the castle of Plessy, Sir William Underwood, parson of Dedham, William Newbole, and my overseers, Sir Robert Exeter, Prior of Christ Church in London, my very dear cousin Sir ['Monsire'] Thomas Percy, Earl of Worcester, my wortlhy friend Sir Thomas de Stanley, clerk of Rolles.***

In testimony of which my last will, appointment, bequest, and testament, I have myself written these presents and put my seal [thereto] the year, day, and place above stated.

[1] No designation of these, or of the remaining; only 510 are here mentioned, including the twenty unnamed.

[2] Here follow the words 'devant lescriv . . . [sic] de cestis,' containing some incompletely expressed idea. Perhaps the testatrix meant to say, 'before the writing of this will delivered to her.'

[3] He was put to death by smothering; but his widow must needs veil the fact.

[4] The death of her son Humphrey came within this provision.

Source: Melville M. Bigelow, "The Bohun Wills, II", The American Historical Review, Vol. 1, No. 4 (July, 1896).

* In Bigelow's article, the will is presented as one continuous paragraph but I have broken it up into paragraphs for each item and where else seems appropriate for ease of reading. I have only included a selection of Bigelow's footnotes too.

** Eleanor's son, Humphrey, went with Richard II to Ireland in 1399 but he and his cousin, Henry of Monmouth (later Henry V) remained in Ireland upon Richard's return to face the invading Henry of Lancaster (later Henry IV), according to Adam of Usk, they were "imprisoned" in Trim Castle. Humphrey died sometime after Eleanor wrote her will. There is no agreement as to where he died - various chroniclers give the location of his death as Anglesey, Chester or Coventry, while some historians suggest he may have died in Ireland. Adam of Usk claimed he had been poisoned by Thomas Despenser but this is unlikely to be true - no one else mentions this rumour. Historians generally ascribe Humphrey's death to an unidentified illness.

*** I find it interesting that Eleanor does not name Henry of Lancaster (Henry IV) or Edmund of Langley, Duke of York as executors or overseers in her will, who had closer kinship ties with her (Henry was the widow of her sister, Mary, and York was her husband's only surviving brother) than those named. While it's possible that York's advanced age or their roles in the Revenge Parliament of 1397 were reason for their exclusion, when Eleanor's will was written is more interesting. By 9 August 1399, Henry had invaded England and Richard had returned from Ireland but they had yet to confront each other and the future of Richard's reign was far from certain. By excluding reference to Henry and York (who had aided Henry), Eleanor may have been acting prudently, since she did not and could not know that Henry would be victorious - if Henry failed, not only would he not able to execute or oversee her will but Eleanor and descendents may have faced disapproval from the restored Richard II. The fact that Eleanor appointed Thomas Percy, Earl of Worcester as an overseer may seem to negate this argument, given the Percys' strong support for Henry. However, it has been noted that Worcester's loyalties in 1399 are more ambiguous than that of his brother and nephew.

[scotianostra]

On December 8th 1542 Mary, Queen of Scots, was born at Linlithgow Palace, West Lothian in 1542.

Mary’s father was at his beloved palace of Falkland, where he would in fact die aged thirty  days later, having learned of the birth of his baby daughter. The true cause of the death of James V has never been satisfactorily explained, although all sources agree that the king underwent a physical and nervous collapse as a result of his humiliation and devastation at the Battle of Solway Moss. However as I posted two weeks ago the King missed the battle and was perhaps suffering from a fever beforehand, in my opinion it is being used as a poor excuse for his death.

The room in which Mary was born is now little more than a romantic ruin without a roof, however its location in the north-west portion of Linlithgow Palace, still enjoys the view out over the loch as it did when Mary’s mother Queen Mary of Guise, gave birth to her here. 

If ever in the area a visit to Linlithgow Palace is a must, although check beforehand as there is currently no visitor access to inside the palace ue to access restrictions in place as a precautionary measure while they undertake high level masonry inspections, this has been the case  for some time now, regulars here will know it’s a place I love and visit regularly. 

St. Michael’s Church is traditionally thought to have been the setting for Mary’s christening. Mary in fact only remained some months at Linlithgow, being taken onwards to the castle of Stirling by Mary of Guise. Historical doubt has arisen over the accuracy of December 8 as the actual birthday of Mary Queen of Scots and it has been suggested that the event in reality may have taken place on December 7th, but that December 8th was used so that the day could coincide with the feast of the Blessed Virgin Mary. Mary herself however always referred to December 8 thas the day she regarded as being her birthday.

Indeed one historical works about Mary’s life gave this short account…..

“The nation partook in Mary of Guise’ misfortunes, when she lost both her sons, soon after the birth of the second. She had the consolation, however of bringing her husband, while he was dying of an afflicted spirit, a daughter, on the 7th of December 1542, in the palace of Linlithgow.”

The birth of Mary Queen of Scots is commemorated annually by a short private ceremony at Westminster Abbey on her birthday, 8th December, together with the laying of flowers in the Queen’s memory. The Marie Stuart Society raised funds to enable a statue of the Queen to be erected on the Peel at Linlithgow Palace, the place of her birth and I have heard some of them gather there now to remember Queen Mary.

I also think it sad that our Queen was buried in Westminster, the traditional burial setting for many of England’s monarchs and the setting for each royal coronation since her own death. Although Mary  had herself requested to be buried in France, this wish was not granted by Elizabeth I and she was initially interred with great solemnity at Peterborough Cathedral in late 1587, where her body remained at rest for twenty five years. It was the eventual wish of James VI/I, that her body be removed from Peterborough Cathedral to Westminster Abbey in 1612, ordering a spectacular marble canopy tomb to his mother’s memory by the sculptors Cornelius and William Cure, today to  be found opposite the tomb of Elizabeth I, in the Abbey’s south aisle of the Lady Chapel. The tomb is loaded with symbolism particular to Mary’s ancestry and life with a crowned Scottish lion,  bearing a magnificent Latin mourning inscription written by Henry, Earl of Northampton and containing two verses from the Gospel book of Peter. Close to her tomb is that of her mother-in-law, Margaret, Countess of Lennox.

However, the tomb of Mary Queen of Scots did not remain undisturbed following her reburial, nor was the peace of her final resting place unbroken. Mary would come to share her burial vault with many of her descendants, including her granddaughter Elizabeth of Bohemia, the unfortunate Arbella Stuart, Prince Rupert of the Rhine, the much lamented Henry Prince of Wales as well as ten infant children of James II and the eighteen babies of Queen Anne who died at birth. This search had been prompted by Dean Stanley in 1867, because the location of the coffin of Mary’s son James VI/I was at that time unknown. Logical thought led the searchers to assume that he may have been buried in the Stuart vault of his mother, although his lead coffin was eventually found in the vault of Henry VII, where he lay alongside the remains of his great-great-grandparents Henry VII and Queen Elizabeth of York.

So there you have it from her birth in 1542, to her death in 1587, I think I cover enough of her life throughout the year for you all to fill in the missing years, which as usual I will endeavour to do once more in the year 2023.

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We are a help first business, and we do it because we care.

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Hi, we’re Joseph and Robert Petit-Clair and we’re the father and son owners of Bio-One of Allentown. My son and I wanted to get involved with a business where we would be able to help people and provide an increasingly necessary service to our area of Pennsylvania. With Bio-One, we’re excited to be able to help serve people when they’re in difficult and emotional situations. We have been through Bio-One's extensive BOTS training program specializing in Biohazard Cleanup and Hoarding Cleanup. My 25 years of teaching have taught me how to work with people effectively and I have learned that communication is vital to the success of any business. My background in property management will allow me to assess the situation quickly and make good decisions on how to proceed with each client. With our combined life experiences and training, we’ll work hard and effectively so that you will be completely satisfied with the results of our expertise.

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[jodilin65]

I'm looking forward to trying the AI they're going to add to Alexa once it's available.

Today, we're going to remove the ugly black MLV from the exterior wall in the bedroom. Soundproofing is pointless unless you do 100% of the room with professional-grade materials, and we don't have the money for that right now. The question is whether or not it's worth saving up for. The honker's return will help me decide that.

We went to the pool yesterday at about 9:30, and the water was surprisingly chilly. We saw bubbles coming up from something at the bottom of the pool every few feet. I'm guessing it was something to cool the water. I get that this is Florida, but come on. Pools shouldn't be chilly. It's probably warmer in the afternoon, so we'll go down there (not today since they're barbecuing), but probably tomorrow after he donates.

Coincidentally, the weather has been drier as I get onto days. I knew it would be. At least we've only got about a month left of storm season, even if it means trading it in for the snowbirds. I hate the snowbirds, but they're less of a threat to my sleep than the storms. I also like it better when the mowers drop down to every other week.

Toni will be back in a week. I don't think the party girl has been here for a while either. I haven't seen or heard her or her husband.

Little by little, I've been revising my bio, as I might have mentioned before. Most of it was written in 2002, and there are hundreds of pages to go through. Let's just say it's brought back some very unpleasant memories—things I'd forgotten about, like when I was in the state hospital in Northampton, Dotty, Vermont, Valleyhead, the way my mother gambled with my life due to her selfishness, and her lack of compassion when I starved myself at the beach, etc. So many times in life, a part of me was sorry I didn't die that day or when I threw myself out the window nearly a decade later. Regardless, I'm glad I wrote all this when I was still young because one's memory isn't what it used to be at my age, and I wouldn't be able to remember a lot of it if I were just starting to write it now.

I felt so much anger reading back on things I went through that at one point I thought to myself, if there is such a thing as an afterlife, I would want to slowly torture the shit out of all those who really screwed me over. It wouldn't be about closure or therapy—it would be pure revenge.

This has reinforced the fact that it's important not to reach out to those who don't reach out to me and to avoid toxic people at all costs. Anyone who's ever displayed any kind of vengefulness, or who is overly emotional, sensitive, hypocritical, judgmental, paranoid, controlling, accusatory, defensive, dramatic, or dishonest should be kept at a distance. "Third-party" people can stay out of my life as well—those who go to others with our problems. I understand the need for an unbiased opinion at times, but there are times to involve others, and there are times to keep it between you and the person or people involved.

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Further insecurity as to the extent of the king's cooperation was demonstrated more clearly on the twenty-fifth when the lords returned to Henry with the results of their deliberations. The chancellor, who was to do the talking, cautiously assured himself that the others 'wuld abyde by hym howe so ever thar the Kyng toke the mater'. In the event, the record only shows that Henry agreed to the settlement after 'good and sad deliberation and avyce had with all his Lordes' and to avoid the effusion of Cristen blode'. It may be that some strategic pressure had been necessary to obtain his willing assent, though, realistically, it is difficult to imagine how he could have refused. While the reference to bloodshed may be a kind of boilerplate, it was also the threat that Coppini had dangled over Henry before Northampton: that blood would be shed if he continued uncooperative and that he would be held accountable. Blood had been spilled at Northampton, in particular that of persons who had been his close advisors, perhaps even his friends. As a speculation, then, if this weighed heavily upon him, it would have provided an effective means to pressure him further. Formal oaths were taken on the last day of the month. York and his sons swore to uphold Henry's royal dignity and to do nothing to the abriggement of [his] naturall lyf', with the proviso - which they insisted should be recorded - that their oaths were valid only so long as the king's oath to them remained unbroken. Then Henry swore that he accepted 'of his free will and libertee' that the succession should go to York and his heirs and that any attempt on the duke's life should be adjudged treason. That night, Henry was removed from Westminster against his will and sent back to London to lodge in the bishop's palace.

With these oaths, Henry was caught in a cleft stick. By accepting York's claim, he disinherited his son, but to disavow his actions was to free York from his oath. No matter what he did, there would be blood. In the days he spent at Westminster, aware of what was happening, he would have come face to face with his own failure as a king. It is likely that he also went in fear. When York arrived on 10 October to claim the throne, he forced his way into the royal lodgings in Westminster Palace and set himself up there in regal style. York's presence with a retinue of armed men would have been intimidating, and one chronicler reported that the duke 'kepte [Henry] there by fors and strengythe, tylle at the laste the kynge for fere of dethe grauntyd hym the crowne'. In these circumstances it is not so difficult to imagine the visits that Henry was later reported to have made to the adjacent abbey to pace out the spot where he intended to be buried.

Helen Maurer, Margaret of Anjou: Queenship and Power in Late Medieval England (Boydell Press, 2003)