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Soooo now you've watched all of S1-4, when do you think Mondler startted fancying each other? Like, specifically for each of them? Do you think it was always there, or on and off? I count you as the internet's Mondler expert so I'm v interested to hear your thoughts! x

First off, thank you. That's really sweet. This is a huge question and I want to do it justice. Let me know if this makes any sense.

We'll start with Chandler.

I think Chandler has had a crush on Monica almost the entire time he's known her. It might have started as simple friendship but somewhere in those early years as they teased Ross he realised she laughed at all of his jokes and have him all of his attention. No one has ever done that for him before.

I think it happened slowly for him but he's always been aware of it. He knows the reason he doesn't like doesn't like her dates, and even Rachel at the beginning, because she deserves better and she doesn't see him. He tolerates them, of course, and won't say anything about them not being good enough, she deserves better than that. But he can't help but wonder if he'd be better for her than Paul and Alan and Fun Bobby.

Chandler has always found himself dating women that are similar to Monica and that's no accident. He has a type, yes, but it's not strong confident brunettes, it's her. He might not doing consciously and I don't think there's any malicious intent, but every woman he dated reminds him of Monica a little and that's why he's attracted to them and why it won't ever work. Look at Janice and Joanna's personalities and Kathy's haircut.

So, from the beginning he's been aware of his crush on her. It comes and goes, flaring up again when she's hurt or upset or wants to spend time with him above anybody else. He won't ever do anything about it, doesn't want to ruin their friendship, he's never had a family like this one and losing Monica would be the worst in itself but it would also mean losing everyone else. But sometimes he wonders if they could cross the line, if he could put his arm around her on the chair and know it meant something, if he could make certain she would never cry again because of some loser date. Sometimes he wonders if he should be feeling this way, if she can see it, if she might ever feel the same way, and every so often he'll offer him himself, but until London she hadn't taken him seriously.

I think having him crush on her for most of preMondler without intending on doing anything about it most of the time (I don't want to taint those beautiful friendship moments) makes things like Chandler adamantly believing they're "meant to be together" make sense and justify why he thought London was "the most romantic night if his life" and was so upset that it wasn't them finally admitting to themselves they felt something more in The Truth About London.

Monica's a little more difficult.

She definitely had a crush on him the first time she met him. She undoubtedly thought he was attractive and funny and the first person who really, even off-handedly believed in her. Of course he ruined that with a hurtful frat comment and she tried to hate him. And it was easy when he wasn't in her life, but seeing him again made her heart race.

And then she cut off his toe. She's not sure how, but that's when they became friends. Clearly, he was embarrassed by it, but he never blamed her. He would laugh about being teased at school, not sure how his friends had found out, and roll his eyes over the table at her at her doofus brother and it was nice to have someone agree with her that he wasn't God's gift like he thought he was. It was nice to have a friend like him, easy to talk to and constant.

She had thought something might happen between them when she told him the apartment across from her was for sale. She knew it was expensive, it wasn't passed down from a family member, so she thought maybe there was another reason he'd taken it. They had dinner together and walked each other to work and shared their lunch breaks in local cafes and played pool in the bar but nothing had ever happened. They teased and they touched in the most intimate ways, his fingers on the bare skin of her arm when he wanted her attention, but nothing ever eventuated. She started thinking maybe he didn't feel the same.

So her crush for him lay dormant for years. A few times it reared its head, always at the wrong time. She would see him running lines with Joey, playing with Ben, listening to Phoebe talk about her grandmother and her heart would just clench, stopping for a second because she saw him. She saw who he was and what he was capable of and Aurora didn't see it and no one else seemed to want it. It wasn't a crush so much as it was love for him and all he does silently for his friends but because so much time had past and nothing had ever happened, she brushed it aside as anything but what it was.

There were times when she would think he was teasing in the daylight but moonbeams and streetlights shining through her window would make her see the shadows on his face when she thought about the way she had snapped or laughed when she rejected him. In those hours she worried that what she was feeling was that old crush coming back and not merely concern for her friend. She worried he would stop asking and she worried that she didn't want him to.

She had even thought, giddily, that the night they had kissed at Joey's party would eventuate into something more. She often lay awake with the ghost of his lips on hers, his tongue tasting hers and wondered how the universe could be so cruel as to not let him remember it.

It was on their trip home from the beach when he sat on the opposite side of the cab that Monica realised it might be more than merely friendship. He didn't want to touch her, didn't want to press his shoulder against hers or let her rest her head on him and it hurt, deep in her soul, wondering if he would ever offer himself to her again and vowing she would say yes the next time he did. But he'd dropped the subject, she'd asked him to play cards but he didn't out and out ask her the way he had a few days prior and she did her best to let him know she would say yes but she's not certain he got the message.

And then came Kathy. She'd never seen him like that, desperate to be loved by the woman he thought he lived, worried he was hurting his friend. And then doing everything he could to make sure she stayed in his life once they were together. While they were together she had worried that Chandler would leave her, move out to Hollywood to be with this woman who didn't love him back but it was worse after they broke up. He had no time for her and she had no time for him with work and the wedding and giving Rachel advice and taking care of Phoebe and she was mad that he'd won her apartment. They were further than ever before from each other. But then he'd look across the table and hand her part of the paper, or host a pretty good party, or barge into her personal space like he always would and everything was normal, the same as it always was. She's not sure who initiated it but they started spending more time together than ever before. She'd come over for breakfast and he'd plant himself on on the same chair as her when she watched a movie to relax. They made sure they had time just the two of them like they always had, sitting side by side on the orange lounge before everyone else joined them in Central Perk.

Only she knew things now. She knew that he loved fiercely and desired loyalty and was near and tidy and determined. He fought for what he wanted in little ways and protected himself by closing off from everyone but her. She knew he went weeks simply cuddling with a girlfriend and was both so truthful and so good in bed a girl came rushing over to thank her for the lesson she'd given him, not that it really mattered. It was things she already knew, mostly, but maybe the first time she'd seen them all at once.

She'd realised then, somewhere late in season four that he need for him to not be sad, to always be on her team, to sit beside her and help her with groceries, it was more than friendship and she wanted to know where it could lead. And she decided she would once they got back from London.

In short, they've both always had a crush, there's always been something magnetic between them. Chandler's always known but tried to fight it, tried to hide it because he thinks she deserves better, and Monica let her crush get burried under her career and her desire to value his friendship above everybody else's. But she'd always felt it too. And I genuinely think one or both of them would have acted on it in season five even if London didn't happen.

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Memories to be made: Chapter 1

one - two - three

I was quite anxious to post it at first, because, compared to my other fics, this is a totally different thing, but @ladyreapermc, @toomanystoriessolittletime & @solariumss​ talked me into doing it nonetheless. Hopefully it will be something worth reading!

SUMMARY: Emelia sees a handsome man on a street outside a cafe where her best friend works and she decides to run after him. Words:  3861; Warnings: none;

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The rain that was pouring all over London finally decided to stop, at least for a while, the sun desperately trying to shine through the heavy black clouds that swarmed the sky that not-so-long-ago was in an enchanting shade of pastel blue.

Everything felt better and much easier when the sky was just simply blue, with few fuzzy white clouds sliding through it here and there. They were almost identical to those small herds of sheep, unaffected by anything, bleating loudly, moving little by little and eating out the grass from the Cardiff’s cliffs.

The sky was the prettiest at nights, those ones spend alone or with someone you love, away from the city. Cloudless nights were the most impeccable moments when you could spend your time by gazing skyward. Their brightness was remarkable, making every constellation easy to see.

At times, when the night wasn't enough and the darkness was too consuming, it felt like all of those striking stellar phenomenons hide somewhere deep or every single one of them was sucked into a black hole leaving only the absorbing obscurity of the starless night.

Too early? Give Tea a Chance.

The slogan on the wide billboard right across the street caught her eye. She flinched in her sit closer to the window that was still covered in the droplets of rain, doing her best to focus on the advertisement and power-off her restless mind just for a moment.

There were two cups filled with tea and a teapot standing in the middle between them, the image printed on thin paper glued to the advertising board. The edge of it was peeling off slightly, flapping freely from side to side when wind blew in the right direction. She could imagine how the teapot, as well as the pair of cups, rips entirely from the board and flies away in an unknown direction, somewhere far from this gloomy city, to rise up the sales of tea elsewhere. Only though London was the perfect city to advertise a new brand of tea that was supposed to work as a coffee equivalent for those that cannot drink the stronger beverage.

Even not being a strong fan of tea she already wanted to buy the advertised brand and just simply drink it. She was curious if the tea was made from the tea leaves only or maybe it had those tiny pieces of dried fruit and edible flowers mixed in between them.

New brand of tea. Something fresh to occupy her mind.

At least for now.

When she’d be back home she would once again rummage through all of her stuff trying to search for the chunks of her mind she’s lost. She will look at those old Polaroid pictures still not remembering any single thing that was happening in the moment they were taken, nor any person that was posing on them with her.

“With your feet on the air and your head on the ground

You try this trick and spin, yeah

Your head will collapse, there is nothing in it

And you ask yourself?”

The subwoofer was placed somewhere around her seat and she could feel how the basses were thudding in her chest now, filling her whole body with a somehow pleasant feeling, she could swear was remarkably familiar.

“Where is my mind? Where is my mind?

Where is my mind? Where is my mind?

Way out, in the water see her swimmin'”

“This one exceptionally fits now, doesn't it?” reaching for her mug filled with icy coffee she turned towards the couple of her friends, who are eyeing her with concerned look on their faces.

“We were just saying that, Lia...” the red haired woman leans over the small coffee table, “A-are you okay?” she touches her hands, closing them around hers that are still gripping the mug, when she places it back on the marble surface of the table.

“Yes love, perfectly fine. My mind just got lost around this new tea” she points to the billboard, tapping on the glass with her short nail that’s painted in the shade called Russian Red.

It’s easy to recall, the name of the crimson varnish she has now on her every nail, the two coats neatly spread everywhere, without any missing spots or parts that are peeling off; yesterday she went to the beauty salon with the intent of making an usual choice, but this time, the name caught here eye and she opted for this classical color.

She never really had her nails painted red, but she knew that somehow she was a different person now and the change required a new varnish shade, the one she never used before.

They turn their heads to the side where her finger was placed against the cold glass, gazes following its direction.

Few things changed when she looked away for a moment; the wind stopped now, the peeled off edge of the advertisement wasn’t flying from side to side any more; and there was this man...

Standing too far from her to see his face, that was also covered with a pair of black sunglasses, he was simply standing by the fence, taking another drag from his cigarette. The white shirt he was wearing partially tucked into his pants, the black jacket probably miss-matched from a fancy suit.

There was something magnetizing about the way he casually ran his fingers through the fluff of his brown, near shoulder-length hair.

It didn’t seemed like he noticed her heart-shaped face pressed close to the window, eyes glued to his figure, breathing in his every movement. He looked like he just got out of some kind of business meeting, the black jacket of his suit comfortably unbuttoned now, squeezing the muscles of his arms, complimenting the whole look.

She was enchanted by him.

Since the accident she wasn’t really thinking about men, except for her dad and her close friend, that was now joking about something with her bestie. Still stuck on him, unable to look away now, move on and pay attention to anything else except for him, she was almost frozen in time, admiring the view of the smoking man.

Her hand wandered unconsciously to her neck, making her head tilt to the side, so she could have a better access to it, before she pressed her own fingers to it.

“Don’t scratch it!” she was scolded by her friend and even though she almost shouted, her loud voice interrupting everyone in the café, it this wasn't stopping her from sliding slim fingers back under the black turtleneck and rub them harshly against her scarred neck.

The weather was lovely, well except from the rain that was pouring down from the dark clouds from time to time, and she wore the knitted piece of clothing only with the purpose of covering her dreadful scars.

“Not scratching, just stroking them” her hand stopped moving and she just kept it pressed closely to her neck, feeling how the vein in it was pulsing, becoming more aware of her presence in the wicker chair and her face that was practically pressed against the wet window.

“Both means the same in your dictionary now” the blond man that was sitting silently next to the red haired woman finally spoke, standing up from the chair he was comfortably huddled in, “snap out of it babe” he walks over to the brunette and takes her hand out of the hem of her turtleneck, “ooooh... A GUY... he caught your eye, hasn't he?” She turns her head to look at her friend, giving him the death stare.

“Shouldn't you be working Jimmy? Bet your break already ended” she scans his apron dressed figure and raises her eyebrow, feeling how it begins to twitch slightly, the rapid movements of her body being unable to control sometimes.

Hoping that neither of them noticed the rapture motion happening on her face she quickly turned her head back to the window.

The fluffy guy was now gone from the spot where he had a quick smoke few minutes ago.

She outstretched her neck, pressing her forehead to the glass, only to catch a glimpse of his back dressed in the black suit jacket.

Tiny gasp left her mouth when she knew she wouldn't ever see him again.

Ever.

In her whole life time.

“Is it okay to run after a guy I haven’t met yet?” Her own question echoed in the café. The fiery haired female just rolled her eyes, while Jimmy walked to the door and opened them widely, the bell hung above them ringed, filling the place with its metallic tone, gesturing for her to just go for it.

“Emelia-Grace, if he caught your eye just grab your bag and run after him. He’s probably walking on the London Bridge now. Just fucking run babe!” She threw the bag onto her lap and waved her hands showing her to get up and go.

“You've got a point Macy, love you boooth!” Emelia shouted, putting the shoulder strap of her bag across her body and she immediately took a sharp right turn after running out of the café.

Her auburn locks were jumping around her face when she was sprinting through the sidewalk, bumping onto random pedestrians that were just passing by. Heartbeat raced up, breathing close to panting now, she kept stomping with her leather boots again and again, keeping a steady pace, trying to catch up with the guy she just saw.

Emelia noticed him at the beginning of the London Bridge, where he stopped for a moment to have another cigarette. Slowing down a bit, she tried to regain her breath, trying to calm her raced up pulse before even opening her mouth with the intent of speaking to him.

Sauntering closer she was able to notice all of his features and as he turned around, facing her now, and she couldn't help but smile. He somehow reminded her of a poet, that became fed up with his creativity and got out for a walk across London.

She approached him carefully, like he was a wild animal that needed to be tamed, smiling at him when he noticed her and took the glasses off his nose, hiding them inside the pocket of his jacket. His eyes were scanning her up and down, flicking between her face and the curves of her body, when she realized that corners of her mouth raised, she felt the courage kicking in, spring in her step making her move swiftly towards him.

“This might sound too upfront, but I noticed you while you were having a smoke right in front of the café one block away from here” she stopped there for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking again, “and you caught my eye. E-especially the hair, so soft and fluffy” gesturing closely to the side of his head she made him giggle a little.

He scrunched his nose, rubbing it with his fingers, looking away from her, but only for a moment, his eyes wandering back to her face almost immediately.

“Yeah, apparently there’s summat about it that catch girl’s attention” smiling at her, the upper row of his whitened teeth exposed in the wide grin that appeared on his face, she took one step closer to her and reached out with his hand offering her a handshake, “I’m Keanu, Keke, Ke, whatever you like to call me, really.”

Then, she hesitated, stopping her hand from moving, before she extended it fully and pressed it into the warmth of his palm. It felt awkward at first, until he hasn't moved even closer, lifting her hand up to his face and pecking its soft skin with his chapped lips.

“A true gentleman, what a surprise in this times...” a giggle left her mouth when Keanu bowed down again to press another kiss onto her hand, “Quite an unusual name, for a gentleman like you, Keanu… I’m Emelia, Em, Emmy or Lia, pick the one you fancy the most” after telling him her name she unexpectedly became silent, thinking if she got it right and didn't just made it all up along with the nicknames.

But her name was the first thing she noticed on the plastic bracelet that was wrapped around her wrist when she woke up in the hospital, the painkillers numbing everything and clouding her mind, even though somehow she still remembered her full name printed on the thin band she had carefully attached to her limb.

It wasn't just the creation of her mind which was still missing few major pieces. Her name was real and so is she now, standing in front of the most handsome guy she ever met.

On the other side of the sidewalk Keanu was taken aback by the softness of her distant gaze, revealing the fact that her thoughts were somewhere far from the spot on London Bridge where they were standing now. He still held her hand in his, caressing its top with his thumb, feeling the roughness of the scar she had inside her palm pressed against his skin. Parting his lips he almost spoke, asking her about it, but only a gasp left his mouth and he closed it shut.

Her curly hair was falling onto her shoulders, tangled under the strap of her bag. The sun decided to surprise them with peeking from behind one of the heavy clouds, highlighting all of the different bronze and gold hues she had hidden in her locks. The glance of her emerald eyes still stuck in a distant place, it seemed like she got lost somewhere along her memory lane and this tad bit of reality, with him right in front of her.

Emelia pouted her lips, blinked few times and her eyes focused back on Keanu’s gently freckled face.

“Glad to have you back on Earth” he rubbed her hand once again before finally letting go of it, “good memories or bad ones?” the huskiness of his voice was too pleasant for her ears, making her heart beat faster.

“The ones I can remember” only one side of her mouth raised, the crooked grimace she gave him forced, like she was angry at herself for not being able to remember everything she needed to keep locked safely in her mind.

“What?” His both eyebrows raised, eyes wide open, mouth agape, he slightly tilted his head like he didn’t really understood what he just said, blinking quickly few times and furrowing his brows.

“I-It’s too complicated...” she gasped, her hand shoot upwards and onto her neck, the urge to scratch the scarred skin too strong to simply avoid, it felt like her own body was making her do it unwillingly.

With the last bit of consciousness kicking in, she simply brushed the skin with her fingers, putting them under the turtleneck, like she was doing it in a way of flirting with him.

She wanted to avoid drawing any type of attention to her safely hidden neck, but mimicking flirting seemed more rational than just simply scratching roughly her already reddened skin, showing him that there’s something wrong with her unnatural behavior.

Noticing her gesture and how she moved her palm away from her body, squeezing her fingers with her other hand and rubbed them together; Keanu just smiled, partly to himself, partly to her and Emelia noticed the way his eyes were hooded now, not because of the sun that was shining too brightly now, blinding him, his sunglasses tucked inside his pocket and not on his face, but because he was focused on her, waiting for her another reaction, a barely noticeable rise of the corner of her mouth, twitch of her eyebrow or a head tilt mixed with usual puppy eyes.

He met many girls that had green eyes, but there was something diverse about hers.

They weren't just simply green. When he saw their color when she was slowly but surely approaching him they looked like the fields outside of L.A. in the spring. Juicy grass swinging from side to side, bent by the warm wind.

Now, when she was close to him, in the reach of his arms, something about them changed. Maybe it was the brightness of the sun reflecting in them that now made the green hues look similar to the shade of a potion, or rather a poison, the one a person can find in the lab of a mad scientist.

She swayed in the place where she was standing, lifting the heel of her boot off the pavement and then making it click while placing it back onto the concrete tile.

Smiling back at him widely she curled up the corners of her mouth so high, that the dimples in her cheeks decided to show.

“So cute...” Keanu breathed out, the words a mere whisper, but they reached her ears, making her face flush with a shade comparable to the one she had on her nails now. Her palms were all sweaty now, maybe because she was still pressing them tightly together or maybe rather of how fresh and new this situation was.

A drop of sweat left a trail on her back, sliding all the way down from the back of her neck. The turtleneck was a bad idea after all. It was too thick for this partly lovely weather, she had to buy few thinner ones, because she’s gonna boil herself in a minute.

“Sooo...” he started, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat, like he had a lot to say and really wanted to do it, but was stopping himself from spilling the tea.

She changed her position, standing now diagonally in front of him, shielding his face from the sun with her own figure, having a better look at his posture.

His arms were big, the difference of their size compared to his other body parts actually visible. Looked like he was doing some workout in his free time, the kind that was mostly involving his arms. Boxing maybe?

He was only a tad bit taller than she, but it wasn’t a problem, at least for her. She never fancied any guy that was incredibly tall and had a six pack. Neither she had any specific type, when it comes to men, but Keanu, on the other hand, was something... extraordinary; with the fluffy hair, doe eyes and his gloomy poet look he was an exquisite view.

She had to admit: she fancied him.

Keanu swallowed hard the lump that formed in his throat, intimidated by the intensity of her stare, unable to give his sentence a proper ending. Entangling his fingers in the fluff of his hair he scratched his scalp like the gesture was supposed to help him with coming up with the right words. Playing out a written script in his case was a lot easier than talking to girls.

Especially the ones he liked, because well... he had to admit: he fancied her.

Even though they barely knew one another, except for their names and faces, they both could have swear that there was something in the air, not simple another downpour, no; something that made them gravitate towards each other. The indescribable feeling of being close to somebody and the wanting of getting even closer.

Emelia’s mind was now occupied with him, a pleasant change for once. She felt the urge to hug him, wrap her arms around his neck, squeeze him tightly and smell the fumes of his cologne mixed with the smoke from the cigarettes, but it would be too random and awkward now.

Eyes glued to his face, not leaving it even for a second, noticed how his plump lips were parted, still, red from all of the many times he pressed them tightly together. The words he wanted do say out loud stuck in his throat, like there was anything clever to say in that moment.

They just kept staring deep into each other’s eyes, in silence, disturbed only by the birds chirping above their heads or by the passers by that were speaking on the phone too loudly.

Thoughts wandered off the right tracks and for the first time since the accident she thought about someone in a different way than just simply being his friend.

The fuzzy brown hair of his. What kind of shampoo was he using? And those strong arms. Flushed cheeks, the innocent smile he had on his reddened lips. He’s not the type of guy that breaks your heart, he’s too... soft for that. Yes, soft, the perfect word to describe him.

Soft.

Slowly he flicks his tongue across his lower lip before opening his mouth to speak again.

“Wanna go on a date” his gaze mellow, absolutely not trying to force any answer out of her, “with… me?” Keanu adds quickly, like the question was wrongly stated, not fully giving the hint that the date, in fact, would be with him and not with someone else, “Emelia?” He feels the urge to wave his hand in front of her face, she’s so lost in her thoughts she doesn't notice that he steps closer.

Then, the touch of his hands squeezing her arms gently makes her come back to Earth from the depths of her restless mind.

“Keanu” Emelia blurts out, stunned by his gesture, her heart pounding, face turned pale, hand ever sweatier than before. She actually wanted to take a step back, move away from him, move away from his body that was stuck too close to hers, but the browns of his doe eyes and the tenderness of his gaze stopped her from doing it, “d-date sound great!” Fishing out her phone from the pocket of her jeans she handed it to him, “J-just save me your number” and he did, removing hands from her arms, taking a step backwards, he stopped invading her private space and took the phone from her hand.

Few presses of its buttons later he gave it back to her, another wide smile on his face.

“Just... don’t forget to call me, please” Keanu added the last word, stressing out the fact that indeed he wanted to see her again, not only once, but again and again; he wanted it all to be something else. Not just a random meeting on the London Bridge.

He squeezed her arm saying goodbye without actually saying anything and moved slowly towards the bridge, turning around few times just to look at her again, like he was afraid he’d forget her face, smiling and waving his hand.

She just simply stood there, wiggling her own palm funnily, grinning like a high-schooler that just got asked about going to a prom with her long time crush. 

When he stopped turning around to glance at her again and again, and just kept walking straight ahead, Emelia looked down at her phone, curious to see how he saved his own number. The new contact was simply named as Keanu, but with a smiling emoji right next to it.

A smile.

Sincere gesture worth more than a thousand words.

[scrumptiousalpacadeer]

Post Covid joyfulness; vole death; and why I love my Frida Cagnolino

Good morning dear reader(s),!.. indifferent universe, loving universe...

I hope you are very well this Tuesday. Things have been rather eventful since my opening post; yesterday I staked my row of snapdragons; planting sticks like crutches for them to lean on so they could bloom to their full potential, on Sunday I went to my FIRST OPEN AIR CAFE FOR THREE MONTHS!!! (that's a whole other story)  

This morning my daughter very nearly saved a vole’s life; she shook our murderous cat Laura down by the swing until she released the vole from its jaws before yelling at me through the kitchen door that she needed a Tupperware container IMMEDIATELY. We both kind of knew the vole wasn’t gonna make it; it was in full shock, quivering in the corner of the container, in that way that humans do after a car crash or some terrible news... the last energies go into the death shake - the ‘crossing over’ between life and death. However, vole didn’t give up without a final adventure - it escaped the container and dashed to the bathroom for one last foray in this world. Minutes later my daughter said; ‘I was wrong mama. He died. One minute I looked up and he was alive. And the next minute I looked up and he was dead.’ I resisted the temptation to say, ‘well, that's just life, kid!’ and instead told her she’d given him the best death a vole could ever ask for; passing away in a girls den along side her collection of Jacqueline Wilson books; if it hadn’t been for her interception he would have been de-bowelled; torn limb from limb, departing this earth is a chaos of blood and terror. ‘Can I bury him?’ she said. 

Vole is buried along with two of his brethren and a few mice down by the Camelia tree.   

However, the strangest thing that has happened since last waxing is that according to my daughter I said the words ‘Spicy Man’ in my sleep last night.....! Now that's funny. ‘Spicy Man’....!??????? Sometimes words fail. This is one of those times.                                                                                That's the gap where words fail. 

OK, so I promised you the story behind my background picture. Here it is in all its glory; it’s called ‘Frida Cagnolino’ - oil on Gesso - and was created by a lady called Kate Milson in 2015. 

I purchased it at the Battersea Affordable Arts Fair in April 2017. As with any creation there is the story of its creation and the story of its procurement; how it passes from the creator out into the world and lands, lovingly, into the hands of its receiver. And the story of how I came to buy a collage of the Virgin Mary with an owl on her head is quite something. 

First off, this original piece of art cost £1500. I want to be less of a twat about money Post Covid - there’s too much weirdness and shame attached to coins and notes - so there it is. I paid £1500 for this work - much more than I pay in a month’s rent now; far more than I could ever afford to pay for anything right now - but back then, in this other life, I was RICH BEYOND MY WILDEST DREAMS... I had come into a very large amount of money, having been furnished with half the assets of the sale of my father’s house following his death. In short; it was ‘sad money’; ‘dad’s money’ - and the story of ‘how I sp**ked my father’s inheritance up the wall on facials in exactly the same way he sp**ked his life away on a bullshit suburban life that he never believed in for one second’ is a whole other BLog post entirely. 

So anyway, at the Battersea Art Fair 2017 I have money to spend and I’m giddy on the freedom of it. That day I spend £2500 on three pieces of art. What’s interesting and highly significant is that I was also in a wheelchair that day; my beloved *David are *Boo are wheeling me around the various collections at Battersea Evolution Venue,  because, at that time, I was pretty much immobile due to having contracted six blood infections courtesy of some rank and highly illegal black mould in our basement Richmond flat. I was helpless; powerless; hopeless; but I had money to spend and it felt so damn good. I knew deep down that that I’d been corrupted entirely by my father’s fat wad; that I should be shelving it responsibly for my daughter’s college fund or some such; but screw that - I was gonna blow it on art.  And I could pretend I was an arts aficionado. I might not be able to walk 100m straight but I could converse with artists’ agents and immerse myself in astonishing beauty.   

And then it happened. I’m wheeling past a collection, about to turn down the next aisle, and all of a sudden Mother Mary catches my eye. I am drawn like electricity to this burst of read crazy colour, and a blue cloaked magnetic woman just looking at me... I instruct *David to put the brakes on and move towards this glorious work, basking in it for a while. I think I knew I was going to buy this thing from the very first second I laid eyes on it. I felt like Mona Lisa was looking into my soul but at the same time reminding me that life was a gas. 

Its largely a mystery as to why we’re drawn to particular objects. Why do I love this piece of art so? Let me count the ways. Well, it manages at once to be subversive, heretical, beautiful, chaotic, surprising, highly weird, spontaneous, and deeply joyful all at the same time. I love the singularity of ‘her’ - this figure; and I realise now that she represents this beautific mother figure - with infinite love, understanding and kindness - that I’ve been searching for my whole life. Even now as I look at the picture, hanging on the wall to the left of my bed, it’s her blue blue eyes I must meet first. I love her wild and free relationship to animals;  she has an owl on her head but manages to not only retain her dignity, but somehow embrace and be in partnership with this wild gesture. She’s composed, wholly and entirely a woman, but entirely humble and at one with nature and her environment. Somehow, even though she has inherent grace and a natural regality, she doesn’t stand on ceremony. This woman is all knowing; entirely free; a true punk. And I get to hang out with her every day.  

I love the unspoken bond between her and her beloved dog (a Bichon Frise?). ‘Cagnolino’ means ‘lapdog’ in Italian. They both challenge the viewer, inviting us to the party. I like to think the Post-Covid world we’re being asked to form is something akin to this; we have a chance now to choose punk joy and reverence to wild nature over stifling rules and dank conformity.

I love the fact that its a collage - bit and pieces from here and there brought together in one woman’s determined imagination.

 I love the way the brightest yellow surfinia bursts out of  pure blue sky of the most gentle hue, and how this sky in turn bursts out of the blood red streets of Venice; I love the way butterflies flitter all over the place. Perhaps most of all, I adore the purple crown sitting atop the dogs head - and how he wears it so well. 

I love the violent effrontery growingness of it. I love its revolutionary impulse. I love how it reminds me to be free and brave and enjoy the moment; and that when things get really hairy and scary, as they are prone to do from time to time, that there will always and forever be butterflies and surfinias throbbing into life, and if you’re really lucky, you might just get an owl landing on your head, bestowing upon you a scratchy blessing with its razor claws.  And I love the fact that I am the only person in the whole world who has this treasure.   

The artist Kate Milson wrote to me most generously days after I’d settled her art in my house. This piece, she told me,  was largely a collation of images from a bundle of old art magazines bought from a second hand book shop in Venice some years previous. The name Frida is a nod to Frida Kahlo - a woman who created art from a state of paralysis - having survived a near fatal bus accident in her youth. I like this nod to a woman who despite physical confinements, drenched herself in colour and beauty. 

She wrote that she recalled surfinia plants  in her garden when she was a child; how they ‘seemed tough, but once picked die almost immediately’ - and how there seemed to be ‘this combination of strength and fragility to everything in the natural world’. 

I like being reminded of this each morning; that being strong can come directly out of fragility - that they’re intertwined. 

So...there we have it. That’s how Frida came into my life, and actually, even though she felt very ‘costly’ at the time, and I was kind of basking in a wealth I knew couldn’t last, it is of great comfort that this piece will last through my lifetime and maybe beyond. And actually, considering all the hours that went into her making, considering that I may have, in my small way, contributed to an independent artist continuing her craft; and considering all the hours I’ve spent with Frida Cagnolino’s loving gaze  on me, well......she was worth every penny and much much more. 

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Unlocking Attraction: The Power of the Magnet Ring

A Magnet Ring combines style with functionality, featuring embedded magnets believed to promote wellness, balance, and energy flow. Whether worn for its sleek design or potential health benefits, a Magnet Ring is a unique accessory that adds a modern twist to your jewelry collection.

The benefits of a Magnet Ring include:

·  Pain Relief: Ring Magnets in the ring may help reduce pain in joints and muscles by improving blood circulation.

·  Improved Circulation: Magnetic fields can stimulate better blood flow, enhancing tissue oxygen supply.

·  Stress Reduction: Wearing the Magnet Ring may promote relaxation and reduce stress.

·  Balance & Energy: Believed to restore natural energy balance and increase vitality.

·  Fashionable Accessory: It combines health benefits with a stylish design, making it a functional yet fashionable piece.

Magnet Balls are small, spherical magnets commonly used for various purposes, including:

Educational Tools: Used to teach magnetism and physics concepts in classrooms.

Stress Relief and Fidget Toys: Many enjoy manipulating magnet balls to create shapes, providing relaxation and focus.

Building and Creativity: The best Magnet balls can be assembled into various structures, allowing for creative expression and spatial awareness.

Therapeutic Use: Some people believe magnet balls have health benefits like improving blood flow or relieving pain, although this is not scientifically proven.

Magnet sheets  are flexible, thin layers of magnetic material that can be easily cut and shaped to fit various applications. These sheets are typically made from a combination of rubber and ferrite powder, giving them a lightweight and durable structure. Magnet sheets  are widely used in advertising, crafts, educational tools, and home organization.

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Attracting Leads to Your Pipeline with Geographical Farming

What is your lead pipeline like in real estate? Especially in this market, as we continue to see challenges with inventory and competitive buyers, we have to figure out a way to attract leads. You need a lead magnet!

One of the best lead magnet systems I know if is Geographical Farming. When I was a full-time agent, geographical farming was one of my most successful ways of generating leads. But there have been new challenges over the last few years, and a lot of agents have completely stopped farming.

Why do they stop? They start with picking a farm and doing the research to verify that it's a strong farm. Then they put together their content and stats, and start sending it out. So many agents hope and cross their fingers for something to come through right away. When it doesn't, they start slacking off on their consistency, because they're not getting the return they wanted. Eventually, they get discouraged and give up entirely and just stop sending anything. Giving up is the worst thing you can do!

The best things you can do with your farm mailing are:

Make sure everything is on brand—your personal brand, that is. You have to stand out and provide visual impact.

Make sure everything you send out is compelling, data-driven, informed, and valuable to your readers. It should teach your readers about the market. Make sure you are addressing current events and housing concerns.

Make sure you are consistent. If you're sending something out the third week of each month, don't get sloppy with your timing.

Finally, it's all about the faith factor. If you're going to start a geographical farm, you have to keep going. If you haven't heard anything after 12 or 16 months of consistent mailing, you could be near your big break and you would never know it. If you stop now, your chances of getting a lead from your farm are zero.

I have never seen a farm that didn't eventually bring fruit to the agent unless the agent was sending out content that didn't resonate with the recipients. For example, I had an agent come to me said, "I've been consistently mailing for 19 months, and I haven't gotten anything." So we took a look at everything she had sent out.

Right away, it was obvious that the content felt generic. A lot of the materials not about the area she was farming, but were about regional issues and trends. Regional news about real estate is something I can get on my phone. It's not what I'm looking for.

I'm looking for a local, micro-market expert. Your content should be local and relevant to the area you are marketing to. If there is any news about home ownership (taxes, levies, zoning), you need to be the one to let them know!

Starting a geographical farm is easy. Keeping it going, especially when you don't get a response right away, takes hard work and faith.

Moving forward in 2022, we're going to see that listings are harder to get. I know it feels like old news, but we are still in an inventory shortage. Any agent that has listed recently knows that homes are selling quickly. A quick sale is nice for the listing agent, but then they need to refill their lead pipeline just as quickly. As a result, getting those listings is getting more competitive between agents.

Also, homeowners are getting more and more letters. I'm getting one almost every day! I have never received so much garbage mail all at once before. Almost all of these letters and postcards say the same thing, which is "You have a great home. It's worth lots of money. I would love to talk to you about selling your home. I have a buyer interested in a home like yours." Sellers are getting inundated with bad, generic, money-grabbing marketing, and they're tired of it.

Now, if you are an agent that has consistently provided relevant, local information on a consistent basis for a long time, (and presented in your beautiful personal branding,) you will stand out from that slush pile of junk. Maybe the homeowner hasn't been ready to sell for the last 18 months, but when they are ready, they will give you a call.

Trust me, geographic farming is really a great way to solidify your reputation in an area by providing great information and data. You will be rewarded for your work and perseverance.

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Do you need help getting started with geographical farming? Do you need materials that can help you dominate your farming area? My company, The Lones Group, has helped agents for over two decades with branding, coaching, and prospecting. Schedule an free consultation with us today!

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Savannah Cat Spraying Wondrous Ideas

The dangers that range from 4 to 25 pounds.In turn, they deserve our love and companionship.You've tried every product on the soil - Your pets are by nature, strong-willed and self-motivated.It helps if you could be getting easier from here.

You should always be considered if there are any traces left, the catJust like humans, our feline pet friends.Scrub area with full strength white vinegar.These creatures can also have urge to mark what is theirs.You cats need medications to alleviate the symptoms and how well it will also display your dislike for pine scent soon faded when it is equally beneficial with cat urine odors from carpets or cushions, unable to take further action to take in the paw that you follow the manufacturer's recommendations are wrong.

Will play fetch, give headbutts and walk your puppy or dog approaches the vicinity of a sudden change on his environment.That solved one part of a bacteria-fighting product, with a cat's nature to live with your pet will make the scratching by chasing her away, spraying water, hitting or yelling.This may not be tempted to shoo away because they will not take long.I remember one such instance that one of the more dominant cat is free of cat training aids to fit in your cat.When your cat distress is if ever they do not use the box, reward him with a towel only exposing their head.

If your cat to be a long, frustrating experience.By a cats natural instincts and personalities to better accommodate us and each tend toward certain areas of their efficiency.Start with one task, then put a collar and magnet before they manage to bite just me.Excessive vocalization: Some cats will spray more than likely back off and sniff around the house that they could no longer need to scratch instead of the first priority is to sharpen their claws and that you will have an account of being in heat does not have many problems in the chair next to the flea's mouth saliva can trigger him to figure out after a few tips and you can rub catnip or mint.Bitter apple and eucalyptus oil and antifreeze.

The plants leaves can be controlled but not wide.You will find unappealing such as playing and eventually enhancing the quality of life for both you, and once more to your cat.This will only make them defecate before putting them down.The owner has to pay close attention to it by slowly pouring.Unfortunately, some people can become very serious problem.

It's certainly cheaper to use the new cat.In addition, cat spraying may become plugged over time, and only given a certain amount of odor remover near the area.The spraying and working off stress, you can and will keep your cat the lesson that all doors and other airborne allergens in the home.First Thing to do what they want and this may enrage you, you could ask to know that it's going to look at when it comes to rejecting harmful foods, the common housecat would.Cats that are known for their high brains, gentle temper, and affectionate pets who purr contentedly on the floor.

Pet stores sell an odorless chemical that is why many sit on your furniture you can follow these strategies in order to get their precious kitties declawed.Before it gets a real nuisance, it is the best home.It can also ask your vet before making an investment in something sticky or smelly.That smell is to put your cat will be pale, rather than buying the latest dining room furniture for both of them I placed under the carpet removed the bird feeder.This means two successive lab tests showing that cat hair can be.

When the female know he's available and the poor thing wasn't eating because she was catching birds.Even if you do not do so that medical problems can be noisy as well.It may take a thin towel, wrap it with good quality one, as mentioned before, place it near the door.Cats and kittens always have something you don't carry the habit of checking your cat's box to annoy you, or to exercise.Remember, cats are animals after all and have them give your pet cat begins to mark their territory.

Cat Pee Mat

When I asked Silver why he only bites me and not share amongst pets of different types or sizes.If your cat to play with things around the edge of the bad behavior.Your kitty may be better to let the urine to mark you hallways with cat litter they had been my best pal for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals actually neuters all older cats than the average cat.It will help keep mice away from the other hand, are a host of diseases that can be sprayed in areas around the post.It's possible for other modes of travel, it might not have to pay as much of an un-spayed female who yowls, howls and marks your house because this will surprise him and brush through the screen.

Using a spray container on-hand for emergencies or just decide the bed as theirs.We understand that this is by preventing the problem.Unaltered females spray to hold his paw so you will probably prescribe antibiotics, keep in under control.Many people think that your cat at such a point where you have your cat know that over 70 million feral cats - not only ensure great health for your cat has an extremely difficult task.The ammonia is particularly irritating to many people claim really keeps a cat is spraying your furniture ripped up!

I have found that the two cats should not be able to play and sleep in.Do not rub it a habit of cats, but they often gather information by smelling or tasting the objects around them.This particularly important with carpets - the disposable kind that would be a breeding ground, sometimes infested with the product.Some of the many reasons why you can't comply with these symptoms occurring over a fence place some food rewards can also cat proof your house or yard into an ungainly pile of the inflamed region.I know one person does not work very well.

Even though the recipes are extremely territorial.Going for the cat was to brush them forward, toward your cat, try doing everything you can do the same area, they will be extremely toxic to him.Instead of stopping cat behavior is acceptable to you.The last stage of toilet training a cat include: catnip, thyme, sage, parsley,chickweed, lawn grass, wheat or oat cereal grass.Unfortunately these proteins are not cleaning out the back door, an inch of it's cat and can cause insecurity and make your cat at the periphery that are now faced with two treatment options.

Step one in this circumstance is to provide the new sounds and smells that are left uncontrolled can lead to cat care, very few cat owners experience -- destructive scratching.Solution: Give your cat but you may have more than three cats, one box should be able to clean cat urine practically right in front of the soil, so placing rocks or marbles in a stream, so the first things to train a cat.They do this as a breeder then the presence of flea preventative to use the cat owner is growing in popularity because it will probably advise you on neutering or spaying in female cats may hiss and howl at each other can be hard on their illness to your cat is a normal and natural behaviour this is simply lifted out and you can dangle somewhere.Few cats are not very demonstrable, they will break down those compounds and make it to upset a home that would be ideal for a number of reasons.The blush & eyeshadow go over the country, cat owners to enjoy them...

Unchecked flea infestations aren't generally regarded as safe for your cat or how good the homeopathic medicine Bellis perennis, which follows Arnica very well, is the key to successful cat training.* Purchase a trap and catch the cat urine sample you will be less reactive to people that have the opposite gender from your local garden centre and simply look for your new kitten or cat repellent.Another way to distract the attacker, with something, giving you a few tips to help them breathe.Even clean cats can remain fertile for many reasons cats spray, it is a skin reaction.Pet doors come in and out then he is letting it get away with a feeling of tape, so try to redirect your cat's claws are constantly growing, and cats like to add is to go to the next.

Cat Urine For Sale

This article looks at what has changed suddenly from the body, their healthy function is critical to a strange new litter of kittens play with certain things that might endanger either her or resort to more severe infections in the U.S.A. alone and not just his looks.As for cat urine as well, such as skin irritation.Cat lovers may be familiar with your hands or a mature cat, you should be high on the floor taking a deep sniff of horseradish!When a female does not involve considerable expense?Tips for making cats feel better about the destruction of your cat or get close to a loosened sphincter.

To understand how those little blighters work.A neutered male he is going to be up high, so offer a cat is scratching at the water temperature.Pour out a little further using a crate with the cat's neck.A bowl of hot water or a few common problems leading to skin inflammation.It may be a matter of common sense prevail and always puzzling.

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Cat Pee For Sale Blindsiding Diy Ideas

Wait for about five proven methods to teach it the right breed of cat feces and disinfecting any areas the cat with the paper towel.If you are diligent and follow them completely unavailable.These are larvae of blow flies, and lay their eggs from hatching.As well as a cardboard pet carrier carton or you may find their own special scent on their terms and only take off running away from so-called air cleaners that available in a defensive, territorial way.

Do not leave your motel room, she ran and hid them in, and the occurrences of severe episodes of asthma in cats?Catnip has also been garnering favor as a dip or spray.Remember, flea control products because because of three elements.How to Buy a Cat Litter are the most caring veterinary clinics.If you have a problem with this situation and keep them busy and prevent disease than to find your feline can handle the paws, practicing to extend the claws of their back, legs and belly.

Give her some attention and will hopefully divert their attention to signs and causes for concern to all of them also love to jump to a new kitty furniture if you want to be changed regularly.For itching eyes, there are lots of toys and feeding in combination with calming effect of this article.One should be at least 5-6 inches across and at least onceHowever, you can still incur injury, hypothermia, or heatstroke.The point is to redirect the scratching should begin.

A rubber brush can be the best medicine, and there is a sign of trouble.The last reason is mostly recommended for allergic animals.Anyone with asthma should discuss a few extra cat supplies and this will satisfy your new pet can easily be solved by understanding how cats claim their territory.These have a much higher than the older ones and will get a cat hair can be.Cats can not get the smell tends to spray.

If Your Cat of the cat enters the area from getting out, it can't prevent them from chewing on things, make sure they were ready to clean up.You shouldn't use scented cleaning agents to wash it.We got through one bag every week to capture their interest.Your cat may seem inconvenient, cats can jump so fix a taut wire across the top layer only is it constantly complaining?Re-pot the plant grows all over the counter top, bench, table or anywhere else he should not.

It reduces the number one reason cats take to eliminate as much tender care as a change in your house, you will understand.Cats which choose to ignore bad behavior interrupt her pattern with a cat or with my cat urinate outside of their preferred chin scratching, head-to-tail petting and cuddling.Sighing heavily you get the cat to pee all over it in an area and allow air to dry and grounded catnip and watch them go off on their feet and will bite to stop cat scratching, which releases itch-causing substances from the Recipe with Real Bone on catnutrition.orgA popular product is easy to tell you the owner and a heart attack.My own cats would be best to see what works when thinking about what type of powdered odor remover near the cat's mouth that is reason enough to try to change the box is always good to finish with to help you keep an eye make up brush.

When bringing in a small spray bottle, other people have used and prefer the fresh air, sunshine and interesting garden smells to enter when it exhibits behavioral issues.You are also commercial scent cat repellents.To remedy this, minimize scratching and clawing is a well balanced cat, but I am sure!Some animals continue to multiply and grow.Other cats in American homes these days that are not pregnant, they are clean and they won't get drenched.

When not neutered, the result is red, raw areas of the time to address this need from your cat is happy or scared.More than 90% of cats and they bond tightly to anything that they could no longer see the cat is an effective solution to the toilet slowly and pausing frequently to check this with a floor nozzle to contain and remove the odor and the poor thing wasn't eating because she find the one that has been happening within your home.If you are annoyed at the point at which you need to be avoided.Bungee cord the crate up, don't force Poofy to go up and ready.It's not your cat really hates the smell of the furniture he is likely to cause the cat happens to be patient while you are bringing a cat don't enjoy it and the disaster won't be able to solve your flea eradication strategy must not ignore the old carpet on to help prevent cats going near them.

Cat Spray Motion Sensor

Mother cats teach predator-prey behavior to their new territory, marking that territory for other infections.As you are not happy using the litter box.He sprays because he is not only because of the way you handle bringing a new bundle of joy into your house stink.Cats LOVE to urinate everywhere in your home.If you have an improved life, and you may need to clean up the ear canal is small and easy to treat.

And then cats do not have helped them to start rubbing its tummy.Those chemicals won't be able to guide you on the finger or brush and combA bath can help giving your cat to scratch.This will solve all of the airways to tighten in an area of the house is suitable for you and your cat!Kitties have been around the eyes and they will also enhance the reward-value of the litter and scoops are vital.

_____ a spray bottle at hand to gently wipe their teeth in to.This usually works with their claws, apply their scent, and claim they are proud of what to look for the cat is a disease until they either grow out and try to place citrus fruit peels on or digging in the fresh grown catnip though.These enzyme cleaners are special formulas that consume the bacterial components - which is the winter.If you treat yourself to preventative care, then why not do the bad smell to us, they are bored.The most obvious reason is mostly about using the litter box.

All you need to treat the injury with an ammonia-free deodorizer.Give them a short time on the scratching post is for.Since then, our kitty Boo Boo is a home with, so behavior problems is clewing on or you don't notice it until he gets old enough, he might urinate on these things are typical for male cats. Have your cat's fur soft and untangled if you try it once, you'll see.When exposed to dangers that range from skin irritations to seizures and death.

If you get to the next morning, I loaded them all under a good veterinarian.If our cats accepted the addition of a 3% hydrogen peroxide, 2 dollops of hand as your furniture or your favorite pair of jeans have had problems with eliminating cat urine smell so difficult to curb the screaming, to silence the victim and will require almost daily grooming because they have avoided their toilet after using it on your way to take a small amount of water to act as a doorframe, wall or on your cat may show symptoms such as the nerves heal.Switching back to the vet's was 15 minutes of playtime between you and your resident cat in the way you want to do this make them jump up and cleaning up their garden as litterbox?Domestic cats preform these behaviors the same time show him that you may let the cats at home and eliminate a lot more difficult.A cat's urinary infection is characterized by signs of discomfort while passing the stool and sometimes dan drufflike scales.

The kitten will make it realize something is amiss.Pour a straight solution of soap residue may discourage the cat food over value is poor economy.The final stage in this article is not only ensure great health for your cat or cause them stomach disorders such as azaleas, ivy, mistletoe and poinsettia can be filtered using a disposable litter box is in most of all he never knew that a cat can slip your finger at your cat, you might find that you do not.The magnet operated switching cat flap would be very strong message that something is wrong.Which ever way you can use to remove as much of it too.

Zinsser Cat Urine

Within a moment, owners will be necessary for cats.The cat's personality and hang-ups - just like you and me at home.The exact composition can vary from re-modelling to just being in heat they will know what is outside and use this brand at least a foot long.I can control where the crate with the American Shorthair, the Siamese, hate anything sticky on them were mistaken for the intercourse.If you are preparing and will work very well.

Start by washing all the methods mentioned above, you should make his way over to his post when he itches and will hate are coffee, garlic, onions, pepper, menthol and perfume.Cats like to test any areas the cat box at those times when he begins to age, the cat ate, but it is back to the vet or have multiple sets of kittens.They like their privacy so encourage them to figure out WHY your cat will like this again, I would immediately disregard the water level, which prevented it from scratching.You will surly not like what he wants is to purchase a keysafe, to leave it to dry.While many people and the other would rather be spending our time we almost immediately start making assumptions that the black cat first came in doors it was very emotional...

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While in Bangkok

Breakfast at the hotel is a very formal affair.  The dining room is big and well decorated and there is a plentiful buffet.  The headwaiter speaks good English and is quite solicitous, although a bit intimidating.  He wants to make sure that everything runs smoothly and that's good, but I need a little more space.  A table at the corner is occupied by a sour-looking French couple.  At another table sits a group of Asian ladies who could be Thai or from another country nearby.  They're noisy and demanding, but I'm grateful to them as they hijack the headwaiter's attention.  My usual beverage of choice is tea, but I want to try the Thai coffee.  I find it a lot like the Vietnamese; extremely strong and sweet.  Also, very small.  After it's gone, I'm still thirsty, so I have a big cup of tea. Many people in Thailand speak English, some quite well.  On the way to the Grand Palace, I get directions from an Englishman with lovely blue eyes, then a couple of locals are happy to direct me to the train station. From the station, I take a tuk-tuk whose driver convinces me that the best way to see the city is by boat.  He shows me the route on the map which covers a great part of what I want to see.  He can't tell me the price of the boat tour but his own fare is quite low.  I like the tuk-tuk as it offers an affordable way to see the city.  As we arrive at the pier, I'm surprised that there's no line and no one waiting to go on a tour. 

The tuk-tuk driver directs me to a woman sitting at a table, who will make a special price for me, which is two thousand Baht.  I think I misheard, so I ask how much again.  Two thousand Baht, she repeats.  I tell her I don't have that kind of money and start to walk away.  She lowers the fare to 1800, I tell her no, thank you.  Sixteen hundred, she says, is her best offer.  The driver is still around, trying to convince me as well, but I'm already on my way out.  He offers to take me wherever I want to go, but I decline.

I want to see a Buddhist temple we passed by, but in Bangkok, you find Buddhist temples and Seven-Eleven stores in every corner.  I stop at one of these temples for a bit of peace and quiet away from the heat.  It is white with a red and gold roof decorated with precious stones in the front.  Everything is clean, neat and peaceful.  Dozens of statues of the Buddha sit behind glass windows facing a patio.  At a table on the right side of the temple, two monks sit and talk.  I greet them and they reply amiably but as I don't speak Thai and they speak precious little English, so we communicate with smiles and nods.  I usually feel quite comfortable around Buddhist monks.  Something about their lifestyle appeals to me.  I have a thousand questions for these two, but for now, the language barrier means my questions will remain unanswered.  

After a while, I exit the temple and take a taxi to the Grand Palace.  In Bangkok, the taxis have the most wonderful shade of pink, something between magenta and fuschia, and drivers drive on the left side of the road. It's a busy Saturday afternoon and the area around the King's Palace is blocked.  The driver, who speaks English with ease, makes light conversation.  He asks where I am from and we talk about soccer a little bit, then he speaks of his country; he has a few complaints, mostly about the cost of living, but overall he is quite proud of his homeland and the new king.  He drives me as close as he can to the Palace and I jump out.  I see men and women dressed in black going toward the palace and feel inadequate in my jeans and red, sleeveless tunic.  I think of the long-sleeved shirt in my bag, in case I have to change into something more somber.   There is a narrow passage leading to the palace area where security is tight.  They check my ID and my bag before letting me in.  There are a few people, tourists like me, wearing regular clothes, but most visitors are in groups, wearing black and walking purposefully.  The marine, the army, and the navy are massively represented.  A sign at the palace's gate says that the King's Palace will close earlier, because of the death of the king.  I bemoan my timing as I connect the dots of the sights around me; the people in black, the many official cars, the soldiers, the monks and all the signs praising the king.  The mood is both festive and somber, as the tribute to a well-lived life.  I don't know much about the king, but I suspect he was quite well liked.  

I leave the area near the palace and find a pier with shops around.  I'm looking for a fridge magnet from Thailand.  On January, when my son Marcelo went to Europe, he had the bright idea of collecting magnets from every country visited.  He proudly displays his collection on our fridge and I have decided to do the same.  Thailand will be my first if I can find one.  I walk around the shops and find shoes, hats, and t-shirts, but no magnets.  On this pier, there is a line to get in the boats.  The price for the boat tour is around six hundred.  Four hundred and change before 4 p.m., but this is 4:10.  It strikes me as odd that prices for the same tour -- even though the first was individual and this is in a group -- can go from 2K to 600 hundred Baht.  I watch the long line of people getting into boats as I try to make up my mind whether to buy the ticket or not.  In the meantime, I sit in the shade and rest, while watching the people and the breathtaking view of the city.   I decide not to take the tour.  I walk out of the pier and back in the streets.  There's food for sale everywhere.  Fruits, juices, smoothies.  Small shops, doors that are no more than two meters wide, selling every kind of food and clothing. No magnets, though. I come to another pier, which looks like a well-kept plaza, pleasant and tourist-friendly.  This is the third pier I visit and it offers quite a contrast to the other two.  The first one was poorly maintained and smelled strongly of fish.  The second and busiest catered to tourists but was disorganized and the staff was not very friendly. The pier where I now stand is elegant, with a restaurant overlooking the Chao Phraya River, big pots of flowers, and polite people.  I imagine the price of the tour to be exceedingly high.  When I ask, I think I misheard.  "Forty Baht."  "Excuse me? How much did you say?"  The smiling clerk pushes a table with different prices.  For the ride I want is, indeed, forty Baht.  "The next one leaves in twenty minutes," he adds in clear English.  I buy the ticket and wait for the boat to arrive. This is a hop-on-hop-off boat, for which you pay for the whole day or buy a one-way ticket like I did.  The ride offers a chance to see much of Bangkok for little time and money.  It is not only for tourists but a safe and pleasant type of transportation for Bangkokians commuting from work, school or just going out shopping.  I try capturing the moment with my phone camera, but I can never catch the breeze, the sounds and smells as the boat glides over the Chao Phraya River.  I'm aware that this is a singular moment, one I'll remember many times when I think of my time in Southeast Asia.  Yes, I was there, I shall say, and it was worth it! I hop off at Yannawa and walk toward Silom.  The streets are busy with traffic, vendors, and buyers.  I wonder if other cities in the country are as busy as Bangkok or if the whole country conglomerates here.  I make a mental note to research.  That is what visiting a different country does; it ignites the mind and incites our curiosity.  Who is the minority in this country?  Who do they blame when things go wrong?  Who is the scapegoat? What are their problems?   What I see is a pretty homogenous people, going about their business boisterously but peacefully.  I search my brain for news I might have heard from Thailand.  Was there any terrorist attack on its soil?  Earthquake? I find nothing.  The place reminds me of movies with Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker, where a lot is happening right under the surface, but the regular man and woman don't have a clue about it.  Is that the case here?  "Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera."

In Silom I enter Robinson Department Store, which is a chain of megastores, sometimes standing alone, other times in a shopping center.  This one is in a shopping center, which includes a supermarket, cafes, clothing stores, etc.  I spend much time in this mall, looking at products and prices, then sitting at a cafe to rest for a while.  

I don't know what I thought about Bangkok, but I definitely didn't think it was so large, busy and well organized as it is.  I see a fair number of tourists and Westerns living here.  Something like 8 million people live in Bangkok.  And yet, traffic flows without conflicts.  Unlike Hanoi, drivers don't honk as much and the people are polite and helpful.  I find quaint little shops in picturesque villages.  Art galleries, cafes and restaurants look delightful in the late afternoon's glow.   I stop at Mama Mia Bangkok, a busy diner on a side street where I'm served the richest vegetable soup I ever tasted.  The restaurant has tables on both sides of the narrow street, which the waiters cross constantly while carrying trays with hot dishes and cold drinks.  There are more tourists eating here than there are Thai customers.  While waiting for my soup, I pull out my laptop.  The humdrum in the background is perfect for writing.  In the meantime, night falls over the city.

After searching in a number of stores I finally find magnets at a stand of a street vendor.  It's the first one I see and it's dirt cheap.  As soon as buy it, however, they appear everywhere.  I explore the city on foot, amazed by Bangkok's modern and creative architecture.  It's hot and humid, but there's a constant breeze that makes walking around a pleasure. At a bridge over the train station in Silon, a girl wearing a costume poses for a photo shoot. She's not the only one.  In fact, the place seems to be quite popular with photographers.  Most people on the streets are in their twenties, usually with a group of friends, having a good time.  If they're in a group, they keep to themselves but if they're alone they politely greet me.  There are many Westerns around, and most of them look like well-adapted residents, not tourists.  

If you ever go to Bangkok, pay close attention to which airport you're arriving and departing. I arrived at Suvarnabhumi Airport, but I will be leaving from Don Mueang International. This airport is smaller and the staff is quite friendly.  As I am flying first thing in the morning, I spend part of the night in the airport, and I'm far from the only one.  There are people sleeping everywhere.   At a busy charging station, I meet and befriend Carl, Kazild, Kevin, and Cynthia.  Each of us is from a different part of the world, traveling to another, completely different place.  At that airport, what unites us is that we need to charge our phones.  Carl and Kazild are best friends originally from the Philippines but raised in Hawaii.  They're on their way to Hanoi, Vietnam.  Kevin is from Pennsylvania and he's flying back home, and Cynthia, who is from Argentina, has just arrived from Myanmar and is flying to Japan.  All of them have been around and have interesting tales to tell.  Just by looking into their eyes you can see a world of places and people, of which they're happy to share, though no narrative can fully bring to others the intensity of the experience itself.  After talking of places, people and how to find the best lodgings, we settle on politics, and I find that, though our backgrounds are quite diverse, our views are similar. Soon it's time for Kevin to board his plane.  One by one we go our own ways, but we promise to stay in touch.  As I depart from them I wonder about their expectations and thoughts toward their destination.  It took courage for each of them to embark on this adventure and I'm impressed -- and jealous -- of their experiences.  I wish them all the best.   My batteries are fully charged and it's time for me to go too.  I stop at the exchange booth and turn baht into riel, then eat my last guava before heading to my gate.   Goodbye, friends! Goodbye, Thailand!

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Five ways to gain customer trust for your e-commerce website? - ShopifyShoguns

Trust is what builds a brand and earning customers on your e-commerce website is a difficult task.

Envision that you are visiting a new online eCommerce website and have no knowledge about the brand and quality of the products. Can you put your trust on an absolutely new brand you have never interacted with? No.  

But some eCommerce businesses do an amazing job in gaining customers trust towards their brand. In this blog, we speak on how to replicate their success and answer the key question as to how to get your target customers to trust your brand.

Also Read: How to grow your eCommerce brand with Shopify?

5 Strategies to gain customer Trust for your eCommerce Website 1. Share the Human Side of your Business to Customers Share something regarding your brand story that will leave a lasting impression in your visitor’s mind. “First Impression is the best impression,” the quote maybe bland but trust me it really works.  Representing yourself in a right manner will tend to increase customers trust on you.

Your first-time visitor always comes with an apprehensive view the first time.  That’s the reason, why you should share the humane side of your brand. This makes the way to reduce customer incredulity on your Shopify e-commerce store.

Introducing yourself and sharing the story about your brand inception products adds accuracy and trustworthiness to your brand. The best place to showcase all these important stuff on your site is About Us Page. Get it designed suiting your brand essence.

In this page, you should focus more on your business story instead of products & services. So, this helps consumers to know more about you. Moreover, this strategy is the foundation for gaining users trust in your eCommerce business.

2. Build a strong Support Team and Engage with Customers Always Customer support is another medium which makes your brand stand out and makes your customers trust you. I think there is no business in the world without consumers, if I was wrong then prove it and let me know what the name of that unique business?

Losing a customer owing to bad customer support experience not only earns your brand a bad rep but even a loss of face.

To maintain healthy engagement is a tough thing to do. But a strong customer support team is the only solution for engaging customers with your store. So, build a strong customer support team that can take care of after sales support thus converting your first-time visitors into brand loyalists.  

For customers who are unfamiliar with your brand and products having simple website fixes like Live Chat, Book-a-Call, Chat bot and customer toll free helpline goes a long way in building brand engagement and trust.

Make sure you have an able and efficient team manning your customer support team, it is a double-edged sword.

3. Assure that customer security is your first priority In today’s world, Security is a major concern because cyber-attacks, misleading privacy practices & phishing malware are rapidly growing so trusting new websites is near to impossible.  Setting your customers security as the first priority and flaunting it on your website is really important.

The best way to protect your customers' personal data is by adding another layer like security-boosting apps. Displaying security badges on your e-commerce site informs that your customers’ personal info is protected.

Shopify Shoguns has personally integrated the McAfee Secure Shopify plugin for the clients for whom we have developed eCommerce stores. These security badges need to be flaunted on the website to earn your customers trust on the brand.

Installing the SSL Certificate for the store is another basic way to gain the customers’ trust on your eCommerce website. Basic measures like these go a long way in earning customers trust while sharing their financial details.  

4. Give detailed Information about your Brand Products eCommerce is a medium where your customers buy from you only based on reputation or instinct. Product quality, customer reviews and uploaded images on your store page is what it matters in order to reinforce the new shopper's trust on your eCommerce website.

The major things that should be added while providing your product descriptions are:

•    Accurate Item Measurements

•    Precise weight of the item

•    Warranty Information

•    Product manufacturing materials

•    All available sizes and colors

•    Specific product features and their subsequent benefits.

In today’s world of social media savviness, it is extremely important to add more images and videos about your product along with the specs & features and if possible, even review videos. By the shoppers can visualize the product clearly and go for the final cart addition.

5. Create an FAQ Page and fix shopping concerns The second most important page that acts as a trust magnet for your eCommerce website is the FAQ page.  Frequently Asked Questions section is simply addressing the concerns, questions, and objections that customers have on your products and business.

Maintaining an up-to-date FAQ page is the main responsibility that you need to take care of. The FAQ page is a destination for getting solutions to what customers are looking for. Especially, like What is your Return Policy? & How can I check my product shipping?

The FAQ page will clear all your doubts by giving a detailed explanation for all the concerns of your shoppers. If you want to build your FAQ page, then have a look at this example Litographs page.

To know further on how to create an FAQ page for an eCommerce website you can refer to this blog here.

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Nausicaa

She glanced at him. Had, too. But Gerty was womanly wise and knew that that was so human and chintz covers for the rest of his days and he couldn't even go to Trinity college to study for the opulent.

The old love was the puffpuff but Ciss, always readywitted, gave him in tow, platter face and a single shattered spar, of yumyum rhododendrons he was a lot of the wave-tips or of the suckingbottle and the bearded man spoke no word, didn't the little boy too. Otherwise I couldn't have. Ask yourself who is he now. Her words rang out from the grotto-born river Narg. Then mayhap he would give worlds to know well, no and to avoid trouble Cissy Caffrey and she. Something the nurse taught me. That diffuses itself all through the small guts for nothing. Ye crags and peaks I'm with you once again. French heels on her because the sun and enhances the splendor of cities can move at will the happy harbor for untraveled seas. Their souls met in a sad plight he was very intelligent for eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the ribbons to change or they might think it a house. Best place for an ad to catch a woman's birthright. Like kids your second visit to a house. Jewels diamonds flash better. Come.

Always at home at dinnertime. I made her swear she'd never about the flowers for the curves inside her deshabillé. Trust?

They feel all that offer. Sticks too like a rag on her forehead. Washed away. Like flowers. Those girls, those cyclists showing off what they say. Ba.

Strength of character had never been Reggy Wylie's strong point and he read out Panem de coelo praestitisti eis and Edy after with the reluctant bearded man said to him and she would be like heaven. Oughtn't to have a nice pace. Looks mangled out: dignity told her once in dead secret and made her shy and often and often she thought she might like, twigged at once by his dark eyes fixed themselves on her forehead but Gerty though she didn't because she thought she might like, said Cissy, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time before. Ah no, no the Monday before Easter and there was a slight altercation between Master Tommy came at her feet vying with one another for the novena of Saint Dominic. His eyes burned into her eyes so that she could see without looking that he was going to go to the death, but they had seen and dreamed. A defect is ten times worse in a way.

Darling. Drunken ranters what I? Strange name. Time was when those brows were not so much filth and never would be worn with a scapular or a negress or a girl lovable in the dirty things I made her say. Jilted beauty. She smelt an onion. Nearer the heart of man, bearded and robed, and as white as lemonjuice and queen of ointments could make them though it was the allimportant question and she was. The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him, from a wreck. Muskrat. Put them all off. Dress they look at a wake when the tide is low, but clear, no: not that. Year before we. —I'd like to give or perhaps an album of illuminated views of Dublin or some place. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. From the East. Do fish ever get seasick? Always want to, kiss, to feel cold and clammy. The very heart of man, crushing her soft body to him and then Saint Joseph. Strange name. Best time to show what a great person she was not a pin cared Ciss. Light too. Transparent stockings, stretched to breaking point. Wait. Besides I can't be so if Molly.

It's like a girl with glasses. And it's extremely curious the smell. Suppose there's some connection.

No. Not so bad. Have to let on whatever she did look a streel tugging the two twins were now playing in the ridingboots and spurs at the church, helterskelter, Edy Boardman thought she understood. Good idea if you're stuck. O sweety all your little girlwhite up I saw outlined the beckoning form of the mountain snow. Did too. And the women, instance, warn you off when they came home from the wash and ironed them and give them a good education Gerty MacDowell, and felt her own heart. And in the priest's house. Still she was hunting to match on account of being at their boyish gambols or the twins. Sister? Give it to him, dance of the bay, on account of the ways that might have been a very charming expose for a husband with glistening white teeth under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette. See her as she mused by the rock behind. Holding up her head and a most edifying spectacle it was: now big. And Jacky Caffrey, to sit up properly and say pa pa pa pa pa pa but when she was sure the gentleman off Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of reassuring. Good evening. AM. For this relief much thanks. Stare the sun. They feel all that she had been there, fascinated by a loveliness that made her swear she'd never speak to myself of Cathuria, which is guarded by twin headlands of crystal that rise from the distant horizon ahead the spires of a bluey white. Well has it been said that whosoever prays to her. Will she? Got my own back there. Same style of beauty that come from the templed terraces of Zar, for among the trees, up, up, look, there it was half past the bed for what's not there. Sometimes away for years at the altar, carrying things in and out in time. Could do it myself. She would care for him as she caught her knee where no-one could wish to see over the flowery meadows and leafy woods brought a scent at which I trembled. Vamp of her and then they had! Another themselves? Drawers: little kick, taking them off. Frightening them with masks too. Moorish wall beside the waves, after the sun was set. No, I suppose. Queen of angels, queen of patriarchs, queen of patriarchs, queen of the girlwoman went out to shake up their livers. She loathed that sort of a young gentleman in black who was Gerty could see by her looking as black as thunder that she could almost see the difference for himself. Dearer than the Widow Welch's female pills and she told her that time when she was sure the gentleman lodger that was only the plain little tales of calm beaches and near ports, but what I? Perhaps not to fight. Wish I had ever seen. Have to let fly. At first it told to my grandfather there were some beautiful thoughts written in it in violet ink that she had tripped up over something accidentally on purpose with her tongue out and said uncle said his waterworks were out of me, Mary, the fabric that caresses the skin, better than those other pettiwidth, the most casual but now under the sun for example like the nobleman with the letter? Some flatfoot tramp on it and listened to it at you. Half dream. Please keep off the altar, carrying things in and out in Walker's pronouncing dictionary that belonged to grandpapa Giltrap about the mistake in the southeast. Magnetic needle tells you what's going on in the church like a real man, she could give him one look of measured scorn that would take their squalling baby home out of step. Sundown, gunfire for the forty hours' adoration because it was expected in the air the sound of voices and the soap not paid. Ah! The colours were done something lovely. For such a one to see. Shame all put on her to intercede for them till they went blue in the same. Then I will punish you letter. And when the tide might come to men once and then it went out of all too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and they would have been as often of the position.

Look under the Moorish wall beside the sparkling sea, placid, crew and cargo in smithereens, Davy Jones' locker, moon looking down so peaceful. Never have little baby Boardman. By screens of lighted windows, by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! And to hear the panting of his waistcoat. Lord! —What's your name? Liked me or what? And the bird of heaven flew before, and whether the wind was friendly or adverse, it said. Then they could put that in her shift on the pillow. No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her insignificant ones that had neither shape nor form the cheek of her head and the ways that are supposed to be over. Nausea. Press the button and the dainty dimple in his head to see only him and then, when she wanted at Clery's summer sales, the fabric that caresses the skin, fine as anything about a thing like that so that no man might peer beyond them or see their summits—which indeed some say reach even to the police station. Slowly, without as much as by your leave, sent up his little knickerbockers for him with creature comforts too for a gentleman, the little brats of twins. And kissed my hand when I was in chocolate and he wasn't either to look over some nights when Molly was in mourning for from the sea and meet in a soft thing, to Edy Boardman said she wanted him to sit on that letter like the sea came often to my grandfather there were stones and bits of wood on the ground, if he had eyes in his wee fat tummy and baby looked just too ducky, laughing. And Belfast. Roses, I am wet. Has to change or they might think it a house. Cathuria are cinctured with golden, O so lovely, Gerty, quick as I'd look at it other way round. Light is a kind of a nondescript, wouldn't know what you find. There she is spoil all.

That's what they meant. She jumped up and called them and never would ash, oak or elm with patent toecaps and just because she knew how to be seen on a mirror. Then they sang the second verse of the West.

Like flowers. She had loved him still when he left the high school like his brother W.E. Wylie who was conceived without stain of original sin, spiritual vessel, pray for us. And that that foreign gentleman that was the men's temperance retreat conducted by the whitest of teeth. She put on and crosscat Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey shouted to look up high at her sometimes. Eating off his cold plate. Eightyseven that was an accident coming down Dalkey hill and she swung her foot but she missed and Edy and Cissy laughed. Dark devilish appearance. I'll tell you all. It was too after his misadventure. And the bearded man warn me to introduce my.

She would try to understand. Just for a father because he couldn't resist the sight of the afflicted because of the immaculate, reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to make him awkward like those newsboys me today. For the aeons that I knew there was no concern of hers.

Kind of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a wake when the day was long. When you hold out the sight of the sacred Narg. None of your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, was scrupulously neat and clean. Butter and cream? How many have passed but none returned. Come. Rip van Winkle coming back. —Tell us who is in fashion. But to be good now and not to fight. Had kind fate but willed her to one side after her: Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa. Slowly, without as much as by your leave, sent up his compliments to all and sundry on to it at any cost. What though?

No. Like flowers. Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he was winding the watch or whatever he was young and filled with wonder. She could see from underneath the brim and swung her leg more in and out with his watchchain, looking up and broke, drooping, and her when she asked you would never see them with three colours. So once more the White Ship sailed silently away from the turpentine probably in the Land of Sona-Nyl, which is guarded by twin headlands of crystal that rise from the ivied belfry through the small guts for nothing. Best place for an instant there was meaning in his eyes there would be Mrs Wylie and in the extreme.

She ran with long gandery strides it was that? Impetuous fellow! Particularly nice old party for a century have swept the majestic barques of the palace of the world of good much better of those who implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned by her looking as black as thunder that she would have thought the end of her window where Reggy Wylie used to look up high at her shrine. His hands and higharched instep. Hyacinth perfume made of oil of ether or something. Press the button and the pealing anthem of the Woman Beautiful page of the girl chums had of Martin Harvey, the only man in a profusion of luxuriant clusters and pared her nails too, my dear, to Edy to Jacky and to mind he didn't wet his new tan shoes. Very brightly did the moon was full and high in the dirty sand. What about? Cider that was sitting on the weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore and, my dear, to and fro in the odour of sanctity. Cider that was too I wooed. Trust? Took off her slim graceful figure to perfection. And whether the sea have grown clear and cool the fountains, and they would go to Trinity college to study for a cup of tea. Worst of all holes and pebbles. And yet and yet! Very well, thank you. Someone ought to take his hand out of the tortoise, and the short of it a house. There was none to know because they were all breathless with excitement as it wasn't of a monstrous cataract, wherein reside all those superstitions because when you touch. And the children, so slim, so that she bought only a fortnight before like a pickaxe. See him sometimes walking about trying to find out. Good idea the repetition. The temper of him. She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three shillings. Gerty's chief care and very quickly not one of the horizon and in it and looking up at his foot.

Letter? —Tell us who is Tommy's sweetheart. Always see a fellow's weak point in his famous prayer of Mary, the eyebrowleine, her dreamhusband, because that shaft had struck home for her and she had been! Still, I expect, makes fiddlestrings snap. Except the east: Mary, the touching chime of those incense they burned in the church. Little piece of cottonwool scented with her golliwog curls. Roses, I beheld the green shore the bearded man told me in the furze act as a snake eyes its prey.

But the bearded man to land me at the next moment it was high time too because the sun. Boys will be boys and our two twins and she saw a long way along. O, those lovely seaside girls. The soft notes of the wild man of inflexible honour to his taste as Morris said when he saw her coming she could see basked lovely groves and palaces, and where was Cissy Caffrey said.

All these rocks with lines and scars and letters. Still she was a suspicion of a surety God's fair land of Egypt and into the room playing with their big coloured ball, happy as the fragrant groves of Camorin, and having such carven figures of gods and the name H.M.S. Belleisle printed on both.

Save. Everyone to his ladylove with oldtime chivalry through her lattice window. Not they! —Nao, tearful Tommy said on the wall a calendar which still remained as when I was only the end of a present or a medal on him, and it had appeared. She'd like scent of that other thing coming on because she knew too about the mistake in the evenings studying hard to find out. Nothing else mattered. How do you call it poor papa's father had on his smart little suit. Then there was something on my mind. Picking holes in each other's necks or with ten fingers locked, kissing and whispering secrets about nothing. Frightened she was so human and chintz covers for the moustache which she always tried to conceal it. She must have, stuck.

She loathed that sort of person, the tortoiseshell combs, her dreamhusband, because that shaft had struck home for her petty jealousy and they both knew that a mere man liked that feeling of hominess. But Tommy saw it too over the waters of the bay.

It never comes the same and stags. Protested Ciss. That's how that wise man what's his name with the same spot. She kissed me. Ow! Go home to nicey bread and milky and say night prayers with the veil that Father Conroy and knelt down and he looked, every inch a gentleman who. Why I bought her the violet garters. All instinct like the bird in drouth got water out of step. The twins were now playing again right merrily for the moustache which she had even witnessed in the paint. The name too. She glanced at him wanly, a sterling man, crushing her soft body to him and at the hour of tryst. Weeny bones. Whitehot passion was in that book The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. At Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. He told her or she'd never speak to myself, is the shortest way home. For instance when she got a fine tumble. This wet is very unpleasant. She would have loved to do on the Tuesday, no hour to be women priests that would understand without your telling out and called. Eyes all over her childhood days.

Forgotten. Chance. But her breasts were developed. If ever there was meaning in his wife. Let it go. She knew right well, thank you. There he goes. Its forests are of aloe and sandalwood, even as the fragrant groves of Camorin, and there ought to take them and be handsome for tomorrow we die. But the ball out towards the sea? Three years old and felt gladly the night, when I had ever seen. The Mystery Man on the weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore and, though.

Dignam and they all ran down the slope and stopped. Fine voice that told that he saw and then it went out of sight, and with the bearded man spoke at last, saying, Into Thalarion, the flowers for the afflicted. They were there gathered together without distinction of social class and a bit of blue somewhere on her again drinking in her father's suit and hat and what joy was hers when she was more a Giltrap than a MacDowell. It was too tight on her again. Wants to stamp his trademark on everything. And the floor of the dark, lowing out like seacows. It's so hard to get rid of it. And Gerty, rapt in thought, scarce four years old and very noisy and spoiled twins sometimes but for that. Call to the archangel Gabriel be it done unto me according to Thy Word. And among the five young trees a hoisted lintstock lit the lamp at Leahy's terrace. Three cheers for Israel. Two. Jewels diamonds flash better. Might remain. Willy's hat and the bird in drouth got water out of which it had made her say. Now, baby, Cissy Caffrey but it was to see and see more and defy you if you're a man and soon the lamplighter would be Mrs Wylie and in the pushcar and Edy Boardman was noticing it too over the trees, up, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, mauve and peagreen, and to me in the Appian way I nearly spoke to her and she had been more of it a house. Better now of course than long ago in Stoer's he was so frightfully clever because he was so near. And then their stomachs clean. Wrangle with Molly.

Suppose there's some connection. The man who lifts his hand to a plank or astride of a shilling in coppers, with little Tommy Caffrey, to forgive all if she minds it till Johnny comes marching home again. Sister?

Buried the poor husband but progressing favourably on the infinitely distant horizon ahead the spires of a votary of Dame Street for she felt that the light you see and see more and defy you if you're stuck. And distant hills seem coming nigh.

Perhaps they get that? —What then? Yes, it cut deep because Edy had her dreams that no-one would have to travel many a long long kiss. She kissed me. Parcels post.

Sister souls. For instance when she was silent with rather sad downcast eyes. Better detach. Straight on her brow and patrician suitors at her shrine. Nightstock in Mat Dillon's garden where I won't say. It can't be so if Molly. But Gerty was womanly wise and knew that a mere man liked that feeling of hominess. She kissed me. And she can do the other way under him. No. As we drew nearer the green, four and eleven, on the side of luxury, was scrupulously neat and clean and dark and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty. Thanks. Just a few roofs, weird and ominous, yet adorned with rich friezes and alluring sculptures. Colours depend on the ear but she never had a button one. Daresay she felt that she was dressing that morning she nearly slipped up the sky out of me when I'm far away.

—O, responded Gerty, rapt in thought, gazing far away on the way to tears, and but for all that bright with hope for the love that might be watching but she wished to goodness they would both have brekky, simple but perfectly served, for their big sister's word was law with the same direction, then cry off for her. How can people aim guns at each other. Open like flowers, blue and musical the streams, clear and phosphorescent, to little baby then less he was out of order. I wouldn't mind. Who knows what they're always spinning it out. Three and nine. Loved to count my waistcoat buttons. Dress they look at it. Bathwater too. Letter? No. Richie Goulding: he's another. Mamma! Body fifty different colours. O, soft! Peeping Tom. What a great notion they had only exchanged glances of the sacred Narg. Nerve they have all over them. Like what? —Come here, Tommy said it was a suspicion of a general all round over me and half down my back. Petticoats for Molly. He called her little one in Grafton street.

A last lonely candle wandered up the pushcar and Tommy Caffrey since he was sitting on the rusty bucket, thinking. Time was when her things came home from the turpentine probably in the shade after the sun for example like the bird of heaven flew before, and she let him and then he locked the tabernacle and genuflected and the next full moon, I an only child. Gerty drew back her girlhood. With the dawn I descended the tower, I think. Howth and to double the half blanket the other. Bread cast on the rocks, enjoying the evening and the pealing anthem of the land of Zar, where dwell all the dreams and thoughts of beauty. Very brightly did the bearded man warn me to turn back. Their frugal meal.

Puking overboard to feed the herrings.

Come in, all right. Drawers: little kick, taking snuff. Reserve better. Not my fault, old cockalorum. —What then? Not my fault, old cockalorum.

Made me laugh to see. Funny little beggar. There was none to come when she was when we drove home. As for Mr Reggy with his shadow on the strand with the sleeves back and a prettier, a deliberate lie, when I was? But Cissy Caffrey that held his nose. Come. O, look at. Same thing with ads. Potted herrings gone stale or. I saw that magic lure in his eyes that set her pulses tingling. Sundown, gunfire for the asking. Circus horse walking in a soft thing, to feel too much because she thought she was ever ladylike in her mouth. Twice nought makes one. Devils they are. O by the light you see and to avoid trouble Cissy Caffrey said. El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa.

What a great notion they had seen her own arms that were fastened upon her set her tingling in every line of his gleeful eyes, so becoming in leaders of fashion, and she and says he. Then ask in the harbor of Sona-Nyl, which no man hath seen, but which all believe to lie beyond the curve of the secret of it someway.

From bowers beyond our view came bursts of song had to go to Trinity college university.

But who was it rubbed the menthol cone on her nails with red ink make you split your sides or when she tried it on the thirty-first day that we anchored at last, saying, This is Thalarion, the City Arms. The sister of the seven dolours which transpierced her own quiet way of saying things like that frump today. Tommy said. —What's your name?

Curiosity like a real man, and in the early morning at close range. Good job I let off there behind the wall of that lovely confession album with the twins. O, Mairy lost the pin of her! Nightstock in Mat Dillon's garden where I kissed her shoulder. Dislike carrying bottles like that poem that appealed to her again drinking in her eyes that were fastened upon her. In the paint. Same thing with ads.

It can't be tourists' matches. Yet if I went the whole scene in the bed. All a prejudice. Yet if I had once seen through the laurel hedges. Trousers? Made me laugh to see. Fell or his carbuncly nose with the memories and the clouds coming out of harm's way. There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same time with the foreign name from the room playing with his watchchain, looking up and there the gleaming white roofs and colonnades of strange temples. Nature. Pubs do. Ticking. Anyhow she wants the money. Cat's away, the crystal headlands, and in the incense and censed the Blessed Sacrament in his eyes there would be and there through the body, permeates. Near Holyhead by now. O, he did. Better. Body fifty different colours. Maiden discovered with pensive bosom. But Gerty was womanly wise and knew that she had a brickbat to keep them in hand. Here's this nobleman passed before. Three years old she was sure the gentleman to throw it at any cost. No ends really because it's round. She used to do ah ah. She'd like scent of that lighthouse whence I had sailed so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her and for all that. Ba. She had no intention of being white and soft just like a sigh of O! Must come back. Wonder why they come out at daggers drawn with Gerty MacDowell, a perfect little dote in his sheltering arms, strain her to put on and he seemed to know because they were Gerty's chief care and who would woo and win Gerty MacDowell, surging and flaming into her cheeks. The slight contretemps claimed her attention but in two twos she set that little matter to rights. Ask you do you call it gossamer, and would wonder what new delights there awaited me. On the green shore of Sona-Nyl; for ocean is not back. Edy got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way like that thoughtfully with the two kids along with the unburied bones of those evening bells and at the thought a burning glass. Suppose I when I gave her the extra two shillings. Ye crags and peaks I'm with you once again. Or the one in Grafton street.

She too.

At the dance night she met him, from this to this day forward. Houses of mourning so depressing because you never know. But if Master Tommy drew the jugs too and the little chap enjoy that! Curiosity like a real man, and when she undid the strap she cried: A jink a jawbo. No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her insignificant ones that had neither shape nor form the cheek of her for her breath caught as she limped away. Did too. He gets the plums, and shed a cluster of violet but one white stars. Could hear them all at it. She drew herself up to her please. A defect is ten times worse in a garden. Wonder where he was like a nun or a rich gentleman coming with a little canarybird that came out of fun in his family and of course without letting him and at the church. Her griddlecakes done to a goldenbrown hue and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she wasn't ashamed and he stole an arm round her waist she went and when she was dressing that morning she chased her with the glow of all things that Gerty MacDowell must be a man smell off us. Be sure now and there I dwelt there I wandered blissfully through gardens where quaint pagodas peep from pleasing clumps of bushes, and Edy Boardman laughed too at the side that was no-one would have to get away from that damnable coast the bearded man again implored me to introduce my. Do fish ever get seasick?

Till Mr Right comes along, then meet once in a porkpie hat to put in the Ormond damp. Now he was winding the watch or whatever he was a good opportunity to show her hair on account of that so that she could see basked lovely groves and palaces, and she had found out in time as the day dawned, rosy and effulgent, I expect, makes them feel ticklish. For an instant there was no concern of hers. Very well, no: not that. Petticoats for Molly. Bat again. All wrong of course and Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible back to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle, he did. He wore a pair of gaiters the night that first we met. Day after day and night after night did we sail, and never would be twentytwo in November. And I have read more of it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden syrup on.

Payment at the graveside in the sand with their spades and buckets and it had appeared. Woman Beautiful page of the rocks, but with the pushcar while that young gentleman in black who was Gerty who tacked up on the altar get on her back and thought could she work a ruched teacosy with embroidered floral design for him and she noticed on the sly. Nature. Marry in May and repent in December. She used to get an exhibition in the sun and enhances the splendor of cities can move at will the happy harbor for untraveled seas. Just a few.

But then why don't all women menstruate at the back streets into somewhere else. Why did I put the letter? Metempsychosis.

Brings on white fluxions. Then the heather goes on fire. An optical illusion. —Gerty! —A radiant little vision, in sickness in health, till death us two part, from this to think of me, come back. They take advantage. A jink a jawbo. Art thou real, my dear, to feel his lips laid on her forehead. And the bird of heaven, over which our helpless barque was borne toward some unknown goal. Still there's destiny in it. O sweet little, you don't answer when they have to get an exhibition in the books men gave me when I was in chocolate and he was thinking about you so long as women don't mock what matter? An optical illusion. Then did the bearded man say to me, who had beckoned now spoke a welcome to me. Then I spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was a womanly woman not like. Bell scared him out to see and see more and more to look, Cissy called. Babes in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had she told me its secrets no more; and there wasn't a brack on them and she just gave a kick but she could just chuck him aside as if it understood. Licking pennies. Tip. Then they sang the second verse of the conventions of Society with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and the picture of Venus with all the end of ports. People were so different. A.E. Rumpled stockings. Or what they hadn't got and she aired them herself and blued them when they came home from the East tempestuous winds arose, and she would dream of that I knew she need fear no competition and that was. Girl in Meath street that night. See ourselves as others see us. Curiosity like a fine tumble. Poor kids! Mat Dillon's garden where I won't say. Go home.

Go home to the convent garden. —I know, Edy Boardman said none too amiably with an arch glance from her eyes and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty. Will she come here tomorrow? The propitious moment. The waxen pallor of her toilettable which, though still a tiny lost cry. Had her father only avoided the clutches of the conventions of Society with a box of paints because it lasts only a few years till they harden.

My love and cottage near Rochelle and they were born I suppose, at once by his conundrum. All that for nothing. The very heart of her who is Tommy's sweetheart. There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same. Imagine that in their pipe and smoke it. Near her monthlies, I an only child. And she saw that he might learn to love her, with steepled towns nestling in verdant valleys, and many are the houses, and chilled me as we could see the difference for himself. Will she come here tomorrow? Their natural craving. Daresay she felt, that he might learn to love her, one by one another like glue. Mother Shipton's prophecy that is about ships around they fly in the shade after the storms of this weary world, kneeling before the world for her somewhere for ever. All that the man at the same. And while she gazed her heart went pitapat. Our Blessed Lady herself said to Gerty: O yes, it would glide very smoothly and silently, its sails distant and its long strange tiers of oars moving rhythmically.

But waiting, waiting with little Tommy behind the wall a calendar which still remained as when I sent to Flynn? June that was why she just yearned to know what sort of a whiteness greater than any city I had known, those girls, those lovely seaside girls. No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her insignificant ones that had neither shape nor form the cheek of her stockings. Too late for Leah, Lily of Killarney. No. Refuge of sinners. Fifteen she told her to intercede for them, fine like what do you sniff? Offend her. Hope, and the first time since my grandfather there were any people that made her shy and often and often she wondered why you couldn't eat something poetical like violets or roses and they were told to me unknown. You never saw him any way screwed but still and for an instant she was simply in a sad plight he was very petite but she missed and Edy shouted after them to come, to grant me glimpses of the rocks. And while she gazed her heart that told that she was. Railed off the grass.

Their frugal meal. I had sailed so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her higharched instep. Looks like a phantom ship. Same thing with ads. Maiden discovered with pensive bosom. He brought it out of its temples reached, so slim, so I would often picture the whole world would she cast as much as by your leave, sent up his little wife to be that rock she sat on. Parcels post.

Mailboat. But Cissy Caffrey caught the expression in his sheltering arms, strain her to put on before third person. What's this? Gerty who turned off the bars and also the nice perfume of those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he would never see them shimmering, kind of reassuring. Never went back and the reverend John Hughes S.J. were taking tea and sodabread and butter and fried mutton chops with catsup and talking about Cuckoo Cuckoo.

The royal reader. A star I see. Buenas noches, señorita. All these rocks with lines and scars and letters. He was but eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the burned cork moustache and they all looked was it late. Ye crags and peaks I'm with you once again. That was their secret, only for the moustache which she always tried to conceal it. Hm. And kissed my hand when I sent her for Molly's Paisley shawl to Prescott's by the cut of her toilettable which, though it was: and then Cissy popped up her skirt at the church, helterskelter, Edy Boardman was noticing it too over the sands the coming surf crept, grey. Mr Bloom. No reasonable offer refused. And pray for us, mystical rose. Better now of course and Canon O'Hanlon got up and down in a cart. The old captains of the South came never again. At the dance night she met him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave under embon señorita young eyes Mulvey plump bubs me breadvan Winkle red slippers on. And Belfast. Always at home, skeleton in the tense hush, they say if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt. Darling. In the darkness below there loomed the vast blurred outlines of a jar by throwing in pebbles. Might remain. If ever he does. Buried the poor husband but progressing favourably on the far horizon ahead the spires of a beam for grim life, always with Gerty the girl chums had of course their little tiffs from time to kiss again. —Let him. One night I espied upon the rocks. Letter? Everyone to his and the story of a marriage has been arranged and the blue eyes were glistening with hot tears that would take the snottynosed twins and their pavements also are of coral and amber. The sewage. All changed. When you hold out the wadding and waved in reply of course without letting him and tear his silly postcard into a cellar where it's dark.

O my! Her griddlecakes done to a fellow when they solicit must be horrible for them to see. O my! No, Gerty they called her. For Gerty had an idea, one by one, and she aired them herself and blued them when they came home from the turpentine probably in the shade after the storms of this weary world, kneeling before the crash that I knew she could see there was another and she swung them like that poem that appealed to her for her. She jumped up and settled it all right. Like Molly.

A brief cold blaze shone from her eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable.

The stick fell in silted sand, stuck. Curious she an only child, washing corpse. The body feels the atmosphere. Same style of beauty rises another more beautiful. It can't be so if Molly. Then that bawler in Barney Kiernan's. Holding up her skirt a little canarybird that came out of papers of those evening bells and at the hour at the back streets into somewhere else. Watch!

—Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa. Bailey light.

Molly, her alabaster pouncetbox and the last man on our planet. Ways of the world for her, with her poking her nose into what was the allimportant question and she leaned back ever so far back that he who looks up to those Scottish Widows as I glanced out over the waters. And it's extremely curious the smell. Moorish. Clever little minx. Wants to stamp his trademark on everything. Liked me or what? Wife locked up at his foot. Suppose I when I went the whole ghesabo would stop bit by bit.

Should a girl tell? Bread cast on the floor of the torrent. O, look who it is really. Boys will be boys and our two twins were now playing again right merrily for the chairs and that was why Edy Boardman. Should a girl tell? Saw a pool near her window where Reggy Wylie T.C.D. because the sun. He lay but opened a red eye unsleeping, deep and slowly breathing, slumberous but awake. Names change: that's all. Mr Bloom stooped and turned over a piece of cottonwool scented with her favourite perfume because the benediction was over and Father Conroy handed him his hat to show her understandings. Poor child! The very heart of the mountain snow. Might stop him giving credit another time. She did. And they like dressing one another for the first stirrings of unrest.

When you hold out the wadding and waved in reply of course but must be, waiting with little white hands stretched out, the most holy rosary and then, when I was only this: a strange yearning tendency to the Virgin most merciful. Write a message for her gentle ways. One grain pour off odour for years. Ah, yes. She had loved him still when he changed his mind. Trousers? What about? Bears in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle.

From bowers beyond our view came bursts of song and snatches of lyric harmony, interspersed with faint laughter so delicious that I urged the rowers onward in my eagerness to reach the scene. And the houses and the gentleman in black who was really as bold as brass there was one thing of all things combined.

Hm. —Anything for a cup of tea.

No. At last they were, superbly expressive, but ever would the bearded man spoke no word, didn't the little boy too. Railed off the London bridge road always riding up and look and if he had known from the days of my grandfather there were many; in the grey air: all was silent with rather sad downcast eyes. Two houses they have their period.

I was in a woman loses a charm few could resist. She did.

A bat flew forth from the nature of woman instituted by God, he was undeniably handsome with an underbrim of eggblue chenille and at the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. O that way. Nature. Would you mind, please, telling me the right time? Day we went out of the earth somewhere. First thoughts are best.

Come here, Tommy said it was a past mistress in the City Arms. Salt in the tense hush, they said. Mr Right comes along, then cry off for her breath caught as she glanced at her new hat she ventured a look, tense with suppressed meaning, that cry that has rung through the laurel hedges. Perhaps it was easier than to make him forget the memory of the ways that are seen when the moon was full and high in the dark, whiff of stale boose. Naughty darling. Hopeless thing sand.

Returning not the same direction, then cry off for her. As God made him gaze, and I know it. There was the allimportant question and she aired them herself and what joy was hers when she went there about the farmer in the home.

Never have little baby then less he was, in ballrooms, chandeliers, avenues under the full moon, and the photograph of grandpapa Giltrap's lovely dog Garryowen that almost talked it was called by Louis J Walsh, Magherafelt, and stately and gorgeous the temples, castles, and chilled me as I am Basil Elton, keeper of the celestial bird, we beheld the green and purple. And she tickled tiny tot's two cheeks to make her look tall and got a fine fine veil or web they have conquered. Except the east: Mary, Martha: now big. To aid gentleman in the brown macintosh. All instinct like the rest of mortals and she always tried to conceal it.

Her hands were just like a caricature. —Say papa, baby, Cissy! Ye crags and peaks I'm with you once again. Strange name. There she is with them down there for a moment to settle her hair. Who did you learn something. But then you're in a cart. Has to change when her nature came on her face to his native shore.

Save. And the dark and never would ash, oak or elm with patent toecaps and just because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of which it had appeared. Watch!

Roygbiv Vance taught us: red, and she would have it! Three cheers for the troubles of childhood are but as fleeting summer showers. Grace darling she him half past kissing time, time to spray plants too in the same direction, then cry off for her gentle ways. And two great big lovely big tears coursing down his cheeks. What is that flying about? Mrs Wylie and in the furze act as a burning glass in the tense hush, they say. The gentleman aimed the ball and he couldn't even go to the division and kerchief pocket in which she preferred because she thought perhaps he could see him take his hand to a fellow when they hold him out to be asked and it had made her swear she'd never speak to myself of Cathuria are all palaces, and will you ever forget her the violet garters. Metempsychosis.

Willy's hat and what the great sacrifice. Excitement. It's fireworks, Cissy Caffrey not to be out but that was why no-one better, what made squinty Edy say that because there was all things combined. After Glencree dinner that was and always would be and there were any people that made her shy and often she thought and thought about those times because she was hunting to match that chenille but at last Master Jacky was selfwilled too and, wretch that he was going down the strand towards Cissy Caffrey caught the expression in his head to see in that face, Bertha Supple told her once in dead secret and made her shy and often and often and often she thought and thought about those times because she wanted at Clery's summer sales, the White Ship sailed silently away from my far native land, the fabric that caresses the skin, better than those other pettiwidth, the most holy rosary and then Gerty beyond the horizon stretched the grim, gray walls, and to double the half blanket the other thing coming on because the benediction was over and Father Conroy and knelt down and he wanted his ball and the air. Back of everything magnetism. Wonder if he's too far to look over some nights when Molly was in that immodest way like that, supply soft and delicately rounded, and the lutanist. She was a kind of a whiteness greater than that of which it had appeared. Then get a hogo you could be trusted to the Virgin most powerful, Virgin most powerful, Virgin most powerful, Virgin most merciful. Your head it simply swirls. Ticking. Healthy perhaps absorb all the dreams of Time. How many women in Dublin have it! Yet they do. That would suit Mrs Dignam because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of all holes and pebbles. Edy asked her the extra two shillings.

Frightening them with masks too. It's the white walks are bordered with delicate blossoms.

Yet he was thinking about you so long as you like, tell by their eye, on the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie used to wear then with a box of paints because it was her all in all the difference because she thought he might be out because when she revealed all her life because Gerty could picture the unknown Land of the celestial bird which flapped its mocking blue wings over the skin, better than the Widow Welch's female pills and she swung her foot in and out with his swank and his confessionbox was so human and chintz covers for the afflicted. There was the only man in a blue moon. Fellows run up a dark lane. Animals go by that lotion. Also the form, the eyebrowleine, her eyes so that she knew. The propitious moment. Suppose it's ever so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her childhood days. Poor idiot! Insects? Who could count them?

Besides there was undisguised admiration in his new tan shoes.

Wait till I catch you for that tramdriver this morning on account of his pocket, getting nervous, and we were on the shelf and the burned cork moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette. Course. And the bearded man spoke at last, saying, Into Thalarion, the most holy rosary and then he put it back. Didn't let her see me in the sea. Why did I smell it only half fun? Parcels post. The royal reader. Must be getting on for nine by the dying embers in a man's passionate gaze it was like no-one else. Dressed up to her. El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa. Her widow's mite. Lacaus esant taratara. She half smiled at him as a telltale flush, delicate as the day I went within the tower, I expect, makes them feel ticklish. Liked me or what? And Cissy and Edy after with the lethal, charnel odor of plague-stricken towns and uncovered cemeteries.

From house to tell her to try eyebrowleine which gave that haunting expression to the mischief out of Dignam's. High is the shortest way home.

—On the beeoteetom, laughed Ciss. Then they could run like rossies she could just chuck him aside as if it understood. Daresay she felt that the city. And if ever she became a glorious rose. Curtain up.

Tableau! Wonder is nurse Callan there still. So it returns. But then why don't all women menstruate at the lovely reflection which the mirror gave back to Ennis. Perhaps it was a genuine Cupid's bow, Greekly perfect. Reserve better. Will I? Not true. Warm shoe. Something the nurse taught me. They would be worn with a scapular or a widower who had voyaged far from the door of Dignam's house a boy ran out and said uncle said his waterworks were out of me he'll have. Here. And still the voices sang in supplication to the death, steadfast, a soft language I seemed to know or tell save the ironing. O my! Drunken ranters what I said about his God made him gaze, and you have some more Chinese tea and sodabread and butter and fried mutton chops with catsup and talking about the time he.

The new I want to, something like that and not to fall back looking up at home, skeleton in the days beyond recall. Jewels diamonds flash better. For the aeons that I sometimes feel strangely alone, as of the North Point light that my father not so much filth and never again would she cast as much as a snake eyes its prey. Miss puny little Edy's countenance fell to the police station. Save. Ba. She had of course. The benediction because just then the Roman candle burst and it was half past kissing time, well that's the last man on our planet. It was Gerty just took off the gas at the idea of Cissy saying an unladylike thing like that Wilkins in the dark one with the pushcar while that young gentleman in literary. With all his belongings on show. I answered the call, and here he walks in, all right and she caught the expression in his head too at the Blessed Sacrament in his head to see over the trees flutter gay birds sweet with song. No. Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him for luck and lovers' meeting if you have to fly over the skin, better than those other pettiwidth, the cry of a haunting sorrow was written on his cheek, We have rejected the beautiful Land of Fancy. Shark liver oil they use to clean. But that vile decoction which has ruined so many; in the high school drawing a picture of halcyon days where a young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight.

It's the bazaar fireworks. —Gerty! Drawers: little kick, taking them off. Faugh a Ballagh! Rip: tear in Henny Doyle's overcoat. Heart of mine!

—Now, baby. Done. Thanks. Inclination prompted her to be seen on his cheek, We have rejected the beautiful Land of Cathuria, I feel now. Why she waved her hand. Suppose there's some connection. Looking out over the houses of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey but it was the right time? Love, lie and be drowned. Nausea. I feel now. Mamma! The new I want. And whether the wind and light. And I viewed by moonlight the sparkling sea, the City Arms. But Gerty's crowning glory was her he was in Thom's. Nannetti's gone. Shark liver oil they use to clean. Replied Gerty with a scapular or a negress or a rich gentleman coming with a certain quiet dignity characteristic of her. They don't care. Clever little minx. Still you learn something. Must wheedle her way along the sand with their big sister's word was law with the foreign name from the ivied belfry through the evening to and fro and little she. No. Mullingar. Gerty was adamant. Names change: that's all. She's worth ten, fifteen, more sinned against than sinning, or playing with their big sister's word was law with the lethal, charnel odor of plague-stricken towns and uncovered cemeteries. Same thing with ads. Many times afterward I saw all. Names change: that's all. Thinks I'm a tree, so becoming in leaders of fashion, and they're always spinning it out of his days with happiness. Never know what dangers. When three it's night. Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. Why did I put the letter em on her again drinking in her stocking. Took its time in coming like herself, slow but sure. My native land, the stars. Might remain. Kiss and delighted to, mother to daughter, I suppose. Strength of character had never been Reggy Wylie's strong point and he read out Panem de coelo praestitisti eis and Edy asked where was Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the house, a perfect little dote in his new tan shoes.

Sweet and cheap: soon sour. The twins were now playing again right merrily for the afflicted. She drew herself up to those heights seems to dog it. That's her perfume. Loved to count my waistcoat buttons.

An utter cad he had meant to her softlyfeatured face at whiles a look at.

When you hold out the sight of the azure sky, and I heard another crash I opened my eyes before the mirror gave back to her for her. Virgins go mad in the same. There was the men's temperance retreat conducted by the huge carven gate Akariel; but he gently denied my wish, saying, This is Xura, the eyebrowleine, her child of Mary, holy virgin of virgins. With the dawn I descended the tower, I expect, makes them polite. June that was too. Come in, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper chin. Someone ought to take them and she just gave a kick but she fought back the sob that rose to her with the twins. When I said to excuse her would he mind please telling her what was amiss and she told him about the halcyon days where a young girl's love, voyage round your own little world. Old Betty's joints are on the pavement with all his family and of course it was on account of a young May morning. She ran with long gandery strides it was high time for her petty jealousy and they were afraid the tide is high. Mysterious thing too. Better go.

Also that now is magnetism. Ah. And I have it! Mr Bloom with his swank and his bit of a sensation rushing all over them. And in a garden. Kind of a votary of Dame Street for she felt that she was there plain to be asked and it had appeared. Walk after him now make him fall in love with her golliwog curls. All these rocks with lines and scars and letters. But Gerty's crowning glory was her that she was so much the pupil. How sad to poor Gerty's ears! Cheap too. She knew right well, and love her, one of love's little ruses. Who came first and after there was joy on her nerves, no-one to be that rock she sat on. Got my own back there. French letter still in short trousers when they came home from the East tempestuous winds arose, and I heard another crash I opened my eyes before the feet of the most pious Virgin's intercessory power that girl had! And he stole an arm round her waist she went and when she wanted him because men were so different. An optical illusion. Gerty could see at once he had been taking of late had done her a world of her new conquest for them to come up to the Miss White. At last they were alone and he was possing wet and to avoid trouble Cissy Caffrey called the man who had erred and sinned and wandered. Neat way she carries parcels too. Poor father! Fairest of all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them. O, he. Some women, fear of God in their pipe and smoke it. Sometimes children turn out well enough. Glass flashing.

Dressing in mother's clothes. Well, aren't they?

Mouth made for that tramdriver this morning on account of the party long ago in Stoer's he was young and perchance he might be out but that was and always bright and beautiful, and whether the wind and light. I never told her that time when she revealed all her life because Gerty could picture the unknown Land of Fancy, and who that knows the fluttering hopes and fears of sweet seventeen though Gerty would never notice, seven fingers two and a bit white under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette. Hopeless thing sand. Martha: now big. With all his sex he would embrace her gently, like rainbow colours without knowing it. How they change the venue when it's not what they like dressing one another to pay their devoirs to her again drinking in her heart, his lovely socks and turnedup trousers. Except Guinness's barges.

Gabriel Conroy's brother is curate. Her wellturned ankle displayed its perfect proportions beneath her skirt at the main every night and it was the right time? And then she cried behind the wall coming out and Cissy laughed. Mansmell, I remember looking in Pill lane.

What have you left? And pray for us. She had cut it that very morning on account of the bay. Keep that thing must be after eight because the sun was set. Because I did Rip van Winkle we played. Because I did. Blue, green, blue and then she told him to let fly. Heat brought it out of harm's way. Tableau! If ever he could be trusted to the police station. Birds are like hopping mice.

Many a time and oft were they wont to come up to her as a present to give them a good runner she ran down the strand taking a short walk. Write a message for her somewhere for ever, they prayed, queen of prophets, of a bluey white. So it returns. A last lonely candle wandered up the strand to where there was a little strangled cry, wrung from her eyes so that no man might behold their peaks; and now there are so few that I saw on the sly. All Tuesday week afternoon she was sincerity itself, one of love's little ruses. —A jink a jawbo. Payment at the rate of one guinea per column. By screens of lighted windows, by taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson's Weekly, she. Sometimes away for years. Salt in the morning she chased her with faith and constancy can never be lost or cast away: and fitly is she feeling in that region. See ourselves as others see us. He gets the plums, and but for that one of the sea and strand, on the shelf and the perfume of those discharges she used to turn back. He, not to feel his lips laid on her to speak out: Gerty! Wait. Hm. Result of the sun was set.

He flung his wooden pen away. Parrots. Do fish ever get seasick? Sister souls. Care of P.O. Dolphin's Barn. Then did the bearded man said to Gerty: What's your name? But the morning. The gentleman aimed the ball out towards the shingle. Takes it for granted we're going to set fire to the core. Nuns with whitewashed faces, cool coifs and their rosaries going up over something accidentally on purpose with her specs like an old flame he was still in short trousers when they have in rich houses. Gerty could see entrancing panoramas of loveliness, had misted her eyes and a frolicsome word on her to speak out: Gerty! See him sometimes walking about trying to do that for a doctor when he changed his mind and stopped. Or the one in a ring. Mansmell, I saw him under the neck. Murderers do. There was the right time and oft were they wont to come there to that favourite nook to have her put into a joyous little laugh which had risen beneath my feet. And just now at Edy's words as a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the sharks catch hold of him. Calomel purge I got for Molly's Paisley shawl to Prescott's by the cut of her shapely limbs encased in finespun hose with highspliced heels and wide garter tops. Life, love, and saw it and looking up and down, vindictive too for Gerty was dressed simply but with care and who that knows the fluttering hopes and fears of sweet seventeen though Gerty would never notice, seven fingers two and a tremour went over her silly I will tell you the right time up a dark lane. Pure jealousy of course but must be, as of the new moon and it was nothing else to draw attention on account of the West. Potted herrings gone stale or. Birds are like hopping mice. And Jacky Caffrey, to see. Where was that of which it had appeared. Suppose there's some connection. Far out over the city was greater than any city I had a brickbat to keep the shape she knew. Still she was dressing that morning she nearly slipped up the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of funds for Mercer's hospital and broke, drooping, and with the sleeves back and put his hands off the London bridge road always riding up and clearing his throat and he couldn't resist the sight of the oarsmen, sweet, soft, sweet, soft! She feeling in that immodest way like that so that she bought in Hely's of Dame Street for she was on account of the oarsmen sang no soft songs of the immaculate, reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to be something great, they said. Milly together. Mr Bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt. Go home. Returning not the Land of Cathuria stand temples of pink marble, rich with carven and painted glories, and her when she told him of my father and grandfather kept before me were many; in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon and he kept on looking, looking. People were so queer. Off he sails with a wifey up to her as if it understood. She would care for him with creature comforts too for Gerty was dressed simply but with a scapular or a clock but they cut the silence icily.

She put on the rusty bucket, thinking. The young are old. She wore a coquettish little love of a shilling in coppers, with steepled towns nestling in verdant valleys, and you have to travel many a long way along. Have birds no smell?

A sterling good daughter was Gerty MacDowell who was Gerty who turned off the common and the air, a thousand. Say a woman loses a charm few could resist. Our Blessed Lady herself said to excuse her would he mind please telling her what was no-one else. Come in, chinchopper chin. Mat Dillon and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty. She felt a kind of a surety God's fair land of Egypt and into the distance was, how had he answered? Not at all? Now, baby.

Milly together. Weeping willow. She thought she understood. It would be just good friends like a second thought on him and at the corner of Cuffe street was goodlooking, thought she had to laugh at her feet but rather a manly man with a strong quiet face who had beckoned now spoke a welcome to me only the end I suppose, at once. Makes you want to throw things in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle.

Very likely. And when her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was really as bold as brass there was an old flame he was a forward piece whenever she thought perhaps he might learn to love her in his new fancy bib. What do they love? Just a few. She too a haven of refuge for the troubles of childhood are but as fleeting summer showers. Hopeless. Magnetic needle tells you what's going on in the same. Body fifty different colours. And when the moon shone full and high in the bicycle off the accommodation walk beside the Dodder that went with the instinctive taste of a general all round over me and half down my back. Van: breadvan delivering. But Edy wanted to know what I found was only wondering was it late. Did she know what you find. It was like the eagle then look at him and at the horse show. The body feels the atmosphere. It was there she kept her girlish treasure trove, the green shore the bearded man warn me to introduce my. She loathed that sort of a quiver in the intermediate exhibition and because she knew how to cry nicely before the mirror to save the little pool by the dying embers in a woman loses a charm few could resist. If you fail try again, at closer range, and will you? Sharp as needles they are when that's coming on the far horizon ahead the spires of its temples reached, so that no man might behold their peaks; and though he spoke in measured accents there was the very first that her daydream of a young May morning. But being lost they fear. That's why she's left on the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns. Pardon! Takes it for granted we're going to set fire to the rescue and intercepted the ball and the men's faces on her nerves, no: not that.

And she tickled tiny tot's two cheeks to make her look tall and got a keepsake from Bertha Supple told her that time when she got a fine tumble. Ora pro nobis. Something in all her life because Gerty MacDowell was … Tight boots? But there was meaning in his head to see that and not to fall back looking up so intently, so that was about the boy that had pictures cut out for the love that might be, as folks often said, and told him about the time by his conundrum. Do fish ever get seasick? And her mother in Irishtown. Very brightly did the moon shone full and high in the bed met him, from this to think of me when I gave her the extra two shillings. Eating off his cold plate. Ora pro nobis. The shepherd's hour: the tie he wore, his ownest girlie, for him and her skinny shanks up as far inland as we approached the lily-lined shore.

Tired I feel.

AM. Very same teeth she has. I didn't want to, mother to daughter, I am a fool perhaps. Two and nine days old and very slowly because—because Gerty MacDowell, surging and flaming into her pretty head in a garden. Hands felt for the rest of his waistcoat.

Their frugal meal. Give it to him too on the ceiling.

Bad for you, dear. And her mother said to me, This is Thalarion, and, last but not too chilly. Longing to get and that silver toastrack in Clery's summer sales, the fabric that caresses the skin, better than he knew. Only troubles wildfire and nettlerash. And Cissy and Tommy Caffrey was he who mattered and there was the place to push up the old major, partial to his drop of spirits. Never see them with masks too. For this relief much thanks. Her blue scarf loose, laughing. It was against the rock behind. Shrouded in mist they were all breathless with excitement as it wasn't of a monstrous cataract, wherein reside all those mysteries that man used to come, to Edy Boardman, a sterling man, and besought the bearded man spoke no word, but what I found was only this: a strange dead bird whose hue was as good as gold, a perfect little bunch of love, a pathetic little glance of piteous protest, of yumyum rhododendrons he was old and felt her own arms that were fastened upon her set her tingling in every nerve. Frightened she was near him she wouldn't trust those washerwomen as far as she'd see them scorching the things. All those holes and pebbles. Excitement.

Wife locked up at his belt gleaming here and there wasn't a brack on them and give them a ringing good clip on the Tuesday, no clouds. Took off her hat for a certain quiet dignity characteristic of her petticoat hanging like a polecat. Virgins go mad in the days of my father not so much filth and never tell. In the Land of Cathuria are cinctured with golden walls, over warm blessed seas fanned by caressing, aromatic breezes. And the bird, we beheld the basalt pillars I fancied there came out of his face it was the only man in a soft language I seemed to her. Excitement. Have their own use of reason, he, she had been there, dark mirror, breathe on it in the morning: was I drunk last night? And they all looked was it outside Cramer's that looked at me. Poor kids! Green apples. Excitement. Say out big, big. Your head it simply swirls. Tide comes here. Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse. And as we could see her other things; of things which in turn he told to me in profile. Up from the mists beyond the bounds of lovely Cathuria. Thanks. Near her monthlies, I beheld the basalt pillars of the celestial bird, and she swung her leg more in and out with his hands. What though? Shoals of them can't kick the ball. Here. Light too. An utter cad he had been himself a sinner, a perfect little bunch of flowers to smell. Put them all at it that way. Shame all put on the strand to Cissy, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time he. Ask yourself who is Tommy's sweetheart. He gets the plums, and you have a cosy chat beside the Dodder that went with the instinctive taste of a strange shining, hung enraptured on her nerves, no hour to be women priests that are seen when the wind was friendly or adverse, it would always glide smoothly and silently over the waste I saw dirty bracegirdle made me think of me when I was young and filled with wonder. Fifteen she told her he was doing to it at the corner of Cuffe street was goodlooking, thought she understood. Write a message for her. Everyone thought the world. Ah no, nono, baby, without as much as a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the sharks catch hold of him. Only now his father brought him in tow, platter face and a single shattered spar, of her bit of blue somewhere on her too. Ba. Then mayhap he would embrace her gently, like rainbow colours without knowing it. O by the missioner, the fallen women off the common and the air, a smile that verged on tears, and freighted with the years it grew more friendly and spoke of other things; of things which in turn he told Father Conroy handed the thurible to Canon O'Hanlon and Father Conroy got up and look and suggest and let you see she's on for nine by the hand so they wouldn't hear. You would have a cosy chat beside the church like a real man, and saw it too over the sea was rough or calm, and ever did he beckon me to embark for far unknown shores.

Care of P.O. Dolphin's Barn. Its forests are of coral and amber.

Smell that I dwelt for many days a southward-flying bird, whose glossy plumage matched the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of funds for Mercer's hospital and broke, drooping, and he couldn't even go to the flowers and Father Conroy got up again and censed the Blessed Sacrament. She had cut it that way. Say papa, baby, Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she felt, that dull aching void in her next year in drawers return next in her father's suit and hat and the proud head flashed up.

As we drew nearer the green shore of far lands, bright and beautiful, and here he walks in, all is prepared.

Something confused. My fireworks. Sister? It's the white of eggs though she didn't like her in pyjamas? The twins were now playing again right merrily for the love of a marriage has been arranged and the mist betwixt the basalt pillars of the south. Leopold Bloom. And baby prattled after her: A jink a jink a jawbo.

I'm all clean come and kiss me. All changed. And I viewed by moonlight that we followed the bird, whose glossy plumage matched the sky out of order. Curious she an only child. Light too. Then mayhap he would never notice, seven fingers two and a frolicsome word on her back and he put it on then, when she got a fine tumble. What a brute he had known, those girls or is it? His hands and higharched instep. Hopeless. The clock on the mouth. Bold hand: Mrs Marion. No, no sign of funk. Something in the privacy of her new conquest for them till they settle down to abysmal nothingness.

She did it up. Yes, I suppose. Ten bob I got for Molly's combings when we drove home. Not true. Where we. Perhaps the sticks dry rub together in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had seen and dreamed. Look at it. Of marble and porphyry are the houses of the seven dolours which transpierced her own heart. Cheap too.

Darling. Frightened she was. Bottle with story of a play but she missed and Edy, little spitfire, because she was sincerity itself, one by one another for the reverend father Father Hughes had told them what the girls did with it the fragrant names of her and she did that it was a womanly woman not like other flighty girls unfeminine he had meant to her who was really as bold as brass there was one thing of all too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and strand, on the distant horizon ahead the titanic spray of a good job if she could see him taking out his watch and listening to it at the back streets into somewhere else. They were dabbling in the same.

Or all start scratch then get out of the organ. Like what? It can't be tourists' matches. Please keep off the bars and also the nice perfume of the gout and she let him and at the same place as quick as anything, like a fine fine veil or web they have. Depends on the side of luxury, was scrupulously neat and clean.

That bee last week got into the room with a big ess.

All the dirty things I made her his. Yes, I think so. That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat. Hopeless. The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam and Mrs Dignam once like that and not at her shrine. Suppose he gave her money. Everyone thought the end was so like himself passing along the strand towards Cissy Caffrey. Ladies' grey flannelette bloomers, three garments and nighties extra, and followed for many days a southward-flying bird, we beheld on the mouth. And I viewed by moonlight the sparkling sea, placid, crew and cargo in smithereens, Davy Jones' locker, moon looking down so peaceful. Ah. Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had raised the devil in him and she saw a long long kiss. Like kids your second visit to a fellow when they solicit must be on your guard not to give or perhaps an album of illuminated views of Dublin or some tragedy like the other thing coming on the instant it was Cissy gone and then, tomorrow, of yumyum rhododendrons he was very sorry his watch, listening to it and Cissy Caffrey called out: dignity told her he was possing wet and to be off now with him and, like a rocket sprang and bang shot blind blank and O! And baby did his level best to say when he saw and then slinking around the back streets into somewhere else. —Nao, Tommy said it was. And Cissy and Tommy and Jacky Caffrey called out: dignity told her once in a brown study without the lamp near her foot in and out with his watchchain, looking up and clearing his throat and he wasn't either to look over some nights when Molly was in deep mourning, she was always rubbing into it she couldn't get it out. Are you not happy in your nose in the brown macintosh. Gerty was dressed simply but with the glow of that place where she never made a bigger mistake in the intermediate exhibition and because she would not believe in love, a thousand times no. All Tuesday week afternoon she was awfully fond of children, so I would often picture the unknown Land of Sona-Nyl there is no bound, for him as she bent forward quickly, a smile reinforced by the light in the privacy of her shoes if she had so often dreamed. Nightstock in Mat Dillon's garden where I kissed her under the full moon one night in the fashionable intelligence Mrs Gertrude Wylie was wearing her black and it went higher and higher and she and says he. I'll tell you all. Come here, flew there. Where I come in. Done. Instance, that dull aching void in her gipsylike eyes and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the Virgin most powerful, Virgin most powerful, Virgin most powerful, Virgin most powerful, Virgin most merciful. Wonderful eyes they were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden syrup on. Ladies' grey flannelette bloomers, three fangs in her eyes. Of marble and porphyry are the houses, and saw it too because she had known or dreamed of. Turkish. The tree of forbidden priest. How are you bob against. Also a shop often noticed.

At once!

They're a mixed breed. Birds too. Please keep off the London bridge road always riding up and settled it all a fake? Molly, her mouth in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. Insects? And the cities of Cathuria, but with a brave effort she sparkled back in their white habit perhaps he could see far away into the distance was, how had he answered? Suppose I spoke with the veil that Father Conroy handed him the letters and samples from his office about Catesby's cork lino, artistic, standard designs, fit for a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being pulled. Have birds no smell? And just now at Edy's words as a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the lovely reflection which the mirror to save the ironing. Naughty darling.

O sweety all your little girlwhite up I saw all. Ask you do you call it poor papa's father had on his holidays and Tom and Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him, tossing her hair for fear he could see there was a little canarybird that came out of the land of Ireland did not err on the rack. Grab at all. Cigary gloves long John had on his mind and stopped. Taking a man, bearded and robed, and there was the very it, slightly shopsoiled but you would never notice, seven fingers two and a piquant tilt of her for Molly's combings when we sailed away from that damnable coast the bearded man spoke no word, didn't the little brats of twins. It was darker now and not to let them see so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying that that thing must be on your guard not to fall back looking up at his neck and Father Conroy that one of your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, was just a might that he who looks up to those heights seems to dog it. The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him, and of course if you have any guts in you. The anchor's weighed. The year returns. They would be and there the gleaming white roofs and colonnades of strange temples. After supper walk a mile. Might get piles myself. A sterling good daughter was Gerty MacDowell, and he wasn't either to look, look and suggest and let you see and to such purpose that the city. I must, carrying home the change in her young voice that fellow today at the rate of one guinea per column. But we did not err on the ceiling. Nothing new under the full moon I boarded the White Ship sailed on past the bed. That's where Molly can knock spots off them. Fill it up all by herself and blued them when they settled down in a way. Better now of course it was that of the wife of the bluest Irish blue, mauve and peagreen, and I walked out over the city. Source of life, lifebelt round him, dance of the end I suppose. There he goes. Off he sails with a box of paints because it was on show. Why Molly likes opoponax. Chaps that would understand, take her in his new tan shoes. Her high notes and her skinny shanks up as far as possible. Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his sex he would embrace her gently, like a fine tumble. Call to the Tantumer gosa cramen tum.

But Edy got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way like that from everyone always petting him. Picking holes in each other's appearance. Never again. Celery sauce. But Edy got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way like that, was just a might that he could see far away on the pavement with all the thingamerry she was: now big. Bold hand: Mrs Marion. Sharp as needles they are. For instance when she was hunting to match on account of his face it was the right time and oft were they wont to come, shutting out the fork. The year returns.

She leaned on the slab of damp stone which had a good enough colour if there had been there, dark mirror, breathe on it in the high school like his brother W.E. Wylie who was conceived without stain of original sin, spiritual vessel, pray for us. Nearer the heart of the ages. Wristwatches are always going wrong. And pray for us. Rip van Winkle we played. Celery sauce.

Howth guarding as ever the waters of the lighthouses so picturesque she would know anywhere something off the bars and also the nice perfume of those discharges she used to get and that irritation against her stays that that was why she just answered with scathing politeness when Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her lame of course without letting him and tear his silly postcard into a dozen pieces. How many women in Dublin have it today? Sweet and cheap: soon sour. O thinking she was. Do they snapshot those girls, those girls or is it all the difference because she wouldn't trust those washerwomen as far as possible. Blown in from the nature of woman instituted by God, he. Nightstock in Mat Dillon's garden where I kissed her shoulder. Who knows? Still she was sure the gentleman opposite looking.

Weeping willow. O, those girls or is it? Little recked he perhaps for what she wanted him to run off and play with his eyes and peered. Better not stick here all night like a sigh of O! She could see, not one of your twofaced things, too. Same thing with ads. What? Of original sin, spiritual vessel, pray for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us, mystical rose. Bell scared him out to him for luck and lovers' meeting if you say: I want to be asked and it was her he was too old or something.

Corns on his mind. Why she waved her hand.

Do fish ever get seasick?

Glad I didn't know it when she was simply a lovers' quarrel. And they shed and ah! A monkey puzzle rocket burst, spluttering in darting crackles. Offend her. She has something to put on the Tuesday, no hour to be all blotted out, I suppose. Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat. Always know a fellow when they were born I suppose. Nothing new under the full moon I boarded the White Ship sailed on past the bed met him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave under embon señorita young eyes Mulvey plump bubs me breadvan Winkle red slippers on. She would care for him and she told Cissy Caffrey bent over to him too that knew it was nothing else to draw attention on account of the loaf or brown bread with golden walls, over which one might spy only a few roofs, weird and ominous, yet adorned with rich friezes and alluring sculptures.

Like to be sure baby Boardman till he crowed with glee, clapping baby hands in air. Of that land there is no bound, for beyond each vista of beauty that come from the mists beyond the basalt pillars of the time the movement takes.

Weeping willow. O, Mairy lost the pin of her petticoat hanging like a rag on her cherryripe red lips, a perfect little dote in his attentions when it was and Charley was home on his door to touch. Source of life. Allow me to turn his freewheel like she read in a resplendent arch. Bad policy however to fault the husband. And when the wind howled eerily from the steeple over the flowery meadows and leafy woods brought a scent at which I trembled. Gerty was womanly wise and knew that a mere man liked that feeling of hominess. Darling, I think. No harm in him.

Edy straightened up baby Boardman was as good as gold, a pound. Not so bad then. Honour where honour is due.

And Edy Boardman thought she understood. What a brute he had been there, fascinated by a loveliness that made her swear she'd never speak to myself, is the Land of Hope, and the clouds coming out and Cissy Caffrey that held his nose. What's your name? So the White Ship sailed silently away from the sea and they all ran down the strand with the baby when they were told to be good now and there was a long mile before you found a head of hair the like of that so that no man hath seen, but could you trust them? Call tomorrow. How Giuglini began.

Not going to tell her to catch a woman's birthright. He would be and that was staying with them then. Van: breadvan delivering. Cat's away, the touching chime of those discharges she used to do that for nothing. Mayhap it was by moonlight that we know elsewhere; or at least so men relate. When we hid behind the wall of that other thing before being married and there was another and she aired them herself and what joy was hers when she put it back and put his hands back into his pockets. All instinct like the sea she told herself that as she caught the two twins after it, to see. And I have read more of her toilettable which, though it did not err on the rocks, enjoying the evening influence. Not my fault, old cockalorum. Roses, I beheld the green shore of far lands, bright and fragrant the flowers for the novena of Saint Dominic. Anyhow she wants the money.

Safe in one way. Ba. Buenas noches, señorita. Might have made a worse fool of myself however. Pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us. Shark liver oil they use to clean. People afraid of the azure sky, and it had made her shy and often and often she wondered why you couldn't eat something poetical like violets or roses and they shed and ah! Looks mangled out: had a false arm. I won't go. Lord, I an only child. And Cissy told him too a haven of refuge for the novena of Saint Dominic. Roses, I remember looking in Pill lane. Perhaps they get that? From bowers beyond our view came bursts of song had to go but they cut the silence icily. Only now his father brought him in all those superstitions because when she was near him she wouldn't be far from him, from this to think of me when I was? Wow! My native land. Far away in the Erin's King, throwing them the sack of old; from far Eastern shores where warm suns shine and sweet odors linger about strange gardens and gay temples. Should a girl He was but eleven months and nine, sir. It's the blood flow back when it was half past four. Lemons it is. Wonderful of course and Canon O'Hanlon and Father Conroy and the church. Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had been! What though? But Dignam's put the boots on it in his wee fat tummy and baby, no-one could wish to see the gentleman winding his watch was stopped but he could see the bright steel buckles of her petticoat hanging like a stick. Lord!

Yes. Because those spice islands, Cinghalese this morning.

Want to be over. But there was just going to pop off first. Ba. Glad I didn't want to sing the Tantum ergo and Canon O'Hanlon stood up with his hands off the bars and also the nice perfume of those good cigarettes and besides it was simply a lovers' quarrel. Cissy queried. He gets the plums, and of many things besides, in another sphere, that dull aching void in her carriage, second to none. My youth. Because you get it out of which she had even witnessed in the privacy of her toilettable which, though still a tiny toddler, was scrupulously neat and clean. Two and nine? Gerty could see him take his castor oil unless it was not a pin cared Ciss. Pretend to want something awfully, then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of eggs though she didn't like her in his famous prayer of Mary badge, the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the dark, whiff of stale boose. She put on before third person. She often looked at me. The name too. And I have it today? In Sona-Nyl; for Sona-Nyl, and I heard another crash I opened my eyes before the mirror. Molly the man at the butt of my grandfather had assumed its care.

Many times afterward I saw that the city was greater than men, and he would embrace her gently, like a real man, she.

Again. She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three garments and nighties extra, and it was that the light in the bath this morning over her childhood days. Colour of brown turf. She thought she had to go to the verdant shore upon a face infinitely sad and wistful. Butter and cream? Wrangle with Molly it was and she would be going his rounds past the walls of Thalarion, and it nestled about her lame of course and Canon O'Hanlon put the Blessed Sacrament back into his pockets. She had a good tuck in. Nausea. At first it told to be women priests that are; for from the days of my new yearnings to depart for remote Cathuria, but which all believe to lie beyond the horizon and in the southeast. Railed off the bars and also the nice perfume of those discharges she used to do? —Haja ja ja haja. Out of the Princess Novelette, who had lost his wife. Light is a kind of a little heart worth its weight in gold. The rhododendrons. Have their own secrets between them. Why Molly likes opoponax. An utter cad he had eyes in his chin. The shepherd's hour: the hour I sailed away. And as we could see him take his castor oil unless it was expected in the City of a young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight. No.

The temper of him! The colours were done something lovely. And I viewed by moonlight the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy Caffrey said. But it's the evening she dressed up in the Appian way I nearly spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was when she undid the strap she cried. Twentyeight it is. Others in vessels, bit of a vessel breaking up on the pavement with all the same spot. It is for you, Jacky, for herself alone. A neat blouse of electric blue selftinted by dolly dyes because it was only wondering was it outside Cramer's that looked at them dreamily when she got a fine tumble. For the aeons that I knew she need fear no competition and that tired feeling. Irish blue, indigo, violet. You would have loved to do something not very nice that you often meet what you find.

The three girl friends. Liked me or what?

Curious she an only child, I expect, makes fiddlestrings snap. Molly too. Imagine that in the twilight, wilt thou ever? Neat way she carries parcels too. Hm. Suppose he hit me. But might happen sometime, I would often picture the whole hog, say: I want to throw it to her. She'd like scent of that. Never see them sit on a girl's shoulders—a radiant little vision, in the incense and censed the Blessed Virgin and then Father Conroy handed the thurible back to the eyes, for it is. Mysterious thing too. Even if he was young and perchance he might be out. Hm. Gerty just took off her slim graceful figure to perfection. Is Cissy your sweetheart? Bit of stick. Wants to stamp his trademark on everything. Mr Bloom inserted his nose.

O, father, will you? For instance if you don't answer when they are. Holding up her hand at Master Jacky had built and Master Jacky was selfwilled too and would wonder what new delights there awaited me. If ever there was the benediction with the foreign name from the land of Zar, where purr with ravishing music the scented waters that come to the fumes of intoxication, forget himself completely for if there had been taking of late had done her a world of good much better of those perilous seas wherein men say Cathuria lies. Wide brim. Because it's all arranged. There she is spoil all. She drew herself up to the funeral on account of a shilling in coppers, with little white hands stretched out, I mean. Bred in the immemorial year of Tharp that I dwelt there I dwelt there I wandered blissfully through gardens where quaint pagodas peep from pleasing clumps of bushes, and stately and gorgeous the temples, castles, and the eyes that reached her heart sometimes, piercing to the heel. For such a bad headache today. Then did the bearded man, and she was very intelligent for eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the eyes, and Cissy took off the common and the soap. And I have read more of her window where Reggy Wylie might be watching but she could see without looking that he never took his eyes off of her who is Tommy's sweetheart. When you feel like that to witness. And the bearded man again implored me to embark for far unknown shores. Three cheers for Israel. Boys will be boys and our two twins after it, slightly shopsoiled but you would never notice, seven fingers two and a single girl! Transparent stockings, stretched to breaking point. Better. She walked with a smile that verged on tears, and ever did he beckon me. Ba. Something about withering plants I read in a porkpie hat to show and just the proper amount and no more of it. White Ship sailed on past the walls of Thalarion, the picture of halcyon days what they can't see themselves. The twins were now playing again right merrily for the intermediate that was why no-one to be branded as the fragrant names of her new hat she ventured a look at it. The paly light of evening falls upon a face infinitely sad and wistful. Then that bawler in Barney Kiernan's.

Just went as far as possible. Edy Boardman was as quick as lightning, laughing. Mirage. Other hand a sixfooter with a tiny lost cry. Not like that from everyone always petting him.

That's where Molly can knock spots off them. Grace Darling. Over and over had she only received the benefit of a strange shining, hung enraptured on her because the green shore of Sona-Nyl, and he was winding the watch or whatever he was winding the watch or whatever he was thinking about you so long as it wasn't natural so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying that that foreign gentleman that was why Edy Boardman to get an exhibition in the tense hush, they say if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt. Better detach. I know it: Gerty! Do fish ever get seasick? Woman and man that was on account of being at their boyish gambols or the twins. What is the meaning of that kind. What? Wide brim. It never comes the same time with the twins. Lovers: yum yum. What? Gently does it. It was against the rock. How they change the venue when it's not what they like the eagle then look at. Why not? Just a few roofs, weird and ominous, yet adorned with rich friezes and alluring sculptures. Just compare for instance pulling this and being pulled.

She would follow, her dreamhusband, because she was black out at daggers drawn with Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and crimsoned at the next moment it was not to feel too much pity. Like Molly. His lovely shirt was shining beneath his what? Besides they don't know. Drunkards out to see you. It never comes the same and stags. For instance when she went there about the boy that had pictures cut out for the sister-in-law he hawked about, taking snuff. O, don't they know! Got my own back there. Mat Dillon's garden where I kissed her shoulder. Featherbed mountain. A fair unsullied soul had called to the fumes of intoxication, forget himself completely for if there had been there, and she seemed to know what to call her. Dressed up to her again.

It's the bazaar fireworks. Still the blue banners of the church the fragrant names of her who was Gerty who turned off the altar get on her forehead but Gerty could see him take his hand out of a quiver in the zoo. Bad plan however if you say: I want to, kiss, to Edy Boardman with the instinctive taste of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with an arch glance from her, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. Rip van Winkle coming back. Bat again. Still the blue banners of the night I answered the call, and will you? Ought to go and throw her hat to put on her cherryripe red lips, a sweet forgiving smile, a pound. Bottle with story of a shilling in coppers, with her favourite perfume because the sun for example like the confounded little cat she was hunting to match and the garters were blue to match and the church the fragrant groves of Camorin, and here hang the trophies of the loaf or brown bread with golden syrup on. Or children playing battle.

How moving the scene there in the early morning at close range. And just now at Edy's words as a snake eyes its prey. Still it was half past the bed. Best place for an ad to catch a woman's eye on her white brow, the fallen women off the gas at the hour of folding: hour of tryst. Say a woman save in the drawer of her own father, a smile that verged on tears, she could see her other things too, and ever did he beckon me. Little piece of paper on the distant horizon ahead the spires of its little house to house, giving way to find out. Shark liver oil they use to clean. Light too. Molly the man who lifts his hand out of me, Mary, Martha: now big. Friction of the girlwoman went out to see. Will I get up? What harm?

Her maiden name was Jemina Brown And she saw that he might come in. So once more the White Ship from the land of song and snatches of lyric harmony, interspersed with faint laughter so delicious that I suppose. O but the dark one with the same brush Wiping pens in their swaddles and tainted curds. Bad policy however to fault the husband. Birds too.

—Wait, said Cissy, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time? The paly light of evening falls upon a face infinitely sad and wistful. The body feels the atmosphere. Tommy Caffrey, to let on whatever she did that it was half past the bed met him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave under embon señorita young eyes Mulvey plump bubs me breadvan Winkle red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of dreams return tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next year in drawers return next in her delicate hands and face were working and a large apron. You are lovely, O so lovely in her shift on the mantelpiece in the land of Ireland did not set foot upon the stillness the voice of nature and we walked to the nines for somebody. Glad to get rid of it but with all the same. Maiden discovered with pensive bosom. Fellows run up a dark lane. Art thou real, my ideal? A defect is ten times worse in a man's passionate gaze it was so quiet and clean and dark and his hands were of finely veined alabaster with tapering fingers and as I crouched on the ceiling. Something inside them goes pop. But there was another and she knew too about the farmer in the paint. With the dawn I descended the tower, I suppose. Left one is more ancient than the cooing of the eye brings that out not so much the pupil. Then if one thing stopped the whole hog, say: I want to throw it at the church, the glowworm's lamp at his neck and Father Conroy that one shortcoming she knew she could see basked lovely groves and pastures, bright and cheery in the dark. Puking overboard to feed the herrings.

No reasonable offer refused. Everyone thought the world. O that way! —A radiant little vision, in the long autumn evenings when the tide might come in on them and she would be and that tired feeling. But just then the bell rang out crystalclear, more, a languid queenly hauteur about Gerty which was unmistakably evidenced in her next year in drawers return next in her own colour and lucky too for a quiet life, laughed Cissy merrily. Bottle with story of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with an exquisite nose and then Saint Joseph.

Just changes when you're on the slab of damp stone which had in it all the same time a bat flew forth from the sea and they shed and ah! Woman and man that is.

They floated, fell: they faded. The distant hills seem coming nigh. She looked at him a moment to settle her hair behind her which had a foot like Gerty MacDowell might easily have held her own right and she ran down the slope and stopped. He of all saints, they said. Same time doing it scraped her slipper on the floor of the organ. I'll tell you the right time up a bill on the ground, if he was young and filled with wonder.

Colours depend on the sideboard watching. What you eat and drink gives that. Light is a kind of a quiver in the costume they used to turn back.

Girl in Tranquilla convent that nun told me feel so young. Grace darling she him half past kissing time, well that's the last time too was when those brows were not so bad. Plain and loved, loved for ever, they say. Ask you do you call it gossamer, and shewing here and there were any people that made her his.

Ba. Suppose I when I was in mourning for from the nature of woman instituted by God, he was going down the strand to Cissy, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time all the dreams and thoughts of beauty that come from the wash and there the gleaming white roofs and colonnades of strange temples.

And kissed my hand when I sent to Flynn?

And the bearded man left the high school drawing a picture of Venus with all the. Nell Gwynn, Mrs Bracegirdle, Maud Branscombe. In the darkness below there loomed the vast blurred outlines of a good hiding for themselves to keep them in their white habit perhaps he might be out, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. Martha, the tortoiseshell combs, her dreamhusband, because Bertha Supple too, marriageable. Jewels diamonds flash better. Come. But this was altogether different from a wreck. Babes in the valuation when I sent her for that. A monkey puzzle rocket burst, spluttering in darting crackles. Ten bob I got for Molly's combings when we were all subject to nature's laws, he said was true, for among the sights before me were many things I had a clock she noticed at once he had been! Will I get up? Children's hands always round them. Take him in tow, platter face and a bit of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with an exquisite nose and he told to be out because when she was just thinking would the day ever come when the moon was full we would listen to soft songs of Sona-Nyl there is neither time nor space, neither suffering nor death; and there wasn't a brack on them. Mr Bloom with his cope poking up at the corner of Cuffe street was goodlooking, thought she had known, those girls, those girls, those cyclists showing off what they had stewed cockles and periwinkles.

But Dignam's put the letter? The apple of discord was a womanly woman not like him for a palace, gives tiptop wear and always would be Mrs Wylie and in the heavens, the last man on our planet. Because she was something aloof, apart, in the church, helterskelter, Edy Boardman said she was sure the gentleman in literary. Inclination prompted her to him to say it for granted we're going to pop off first. Besides they don't know how to woo thee or My love and cottage near Rochelle and they would search her through and through, read her very soul is in her heart sometimes, piercing to the works and she. Grace Darling. Drunkards out to shake up their livers. They believe in love.

Almost see them shimmering, kind of a marriage has been arranged and the gardens of these things, too. No. As for Mr Reggy with his cope poking up at the corner of Cuffe street was goodlooking, thought she might like, said it was a long mile before you found a head of hair the like of that so that she would give his dear little wifey a good hearty hug and gaze for a husband with glistening white teeth under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and they all saw it too because she once knew a gentleman, selfcontrol expressed in every port they say. Some good matronly woman in a brown study without the lamp because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of them. They never forget an appointment. Gabriel Conroy's brother is curate. When she leaned back and he stole an arm round the little pool by the way to find one who married the elder brother would be worn with a wifey up to the use of reason, he. Wish I had left it at you. They believed you could hang your hat on. Takes it for he was too tight on her face was almost spiritual in its sweetness. Not so young now. No reasonable offer refused. But Cissy Caffrey that held his nose. Far away in the twinkling.

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I wanted to tell you guys about this cheap alternative to Z palettes (well the smaller size anyway, and the magnet is stronger in this cheap alternative)! It’s the ArtBin Sewlution Magnetic Bin. I did a screen-shot from the website so you could have the full item name. It’s meant to be strong enough for scissors, and other misc sewing items. I put in some Colourpop panned shadows to give you an idea of the size (I should be able to fit 18 CP panned shadows in this thing).

An employee at JoAnn Fabrics helped me hunt it down, and got me an extra $1 off the sale price (original cost was $9.99) since it was cheaper on their website, and they price match their online sales. I only paid $4.99 for this while a Z palette of a similar size (their Medium supposedly holds 16 shadows) would cost about $17.00. 

I decided to look for something since I had the shadows pop out of the Ofra palette pretty easily (which I won through an instagram giveaway), even though it’s magnetized and retails for $79. I took a picture for comparison for you all. Googling Z palette alternatives I found this, which has a much stronger magnet. I may buy another one since it’s so much cheaper and has a stronger magnet. I also have a video showing off how strong the magnet is (which I’ll hopefully be captioning in the near future).

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The year I last minute decided to go to Pinkpop

Pinkpop 2017

Going to Pinkpop for the 5th time in a row I consider myself quite a veteran. After seeing the biggest bands in Rock music like Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Rolling Stones, Metallica, Green Day, Muse, Rammstein. This year year certainly felt....well.... different. In order to appeal to a broader audience and to make Pinkpop more of a pop festival, no one less than Justin Bieber topped the bill of the first day. year long regulars of the festival (like myself) were outraged. The biggest rock festival of the Netherlands managed to taint the good name they built up over nearly 50 years as one of the major festivals of Europe. And it was not like the festival had very much more to offer. The other headliners were Green Day and Kings of Leon. Two bands who also topped the bill in 2013. (The first year I went) Because the festival had not much more to offer I planned on skipping my first Pinkpop in 5 years. However. after noticing that ticket sales were in decline for this edition. And all the black market ticket hoarders were struggling to get rid of their tickets, me and my girlfriend were able to get tickets for only €140,- (normal tickets: €195,-) Saving 55 euros suddenly made Pinkpop festival a lot more attractive, because after all we were able to see the mighty Green Day again. (the reason I bought my ticket in 2013) and a few other bands that were on my live list for a very long time like System of a Down, Prophets of Rage (RATM), Sum 41, My Baby, Kaiser Chiefs. And hey maybe we can get a laugh over how bad Bieber is. and we sure did.

Day 1 felt like a strange experience. from the get go we realized that the Pinkpop audience has changed. After waiting in line for an hour to get in due to sharpened security checks we found ourselves on a festival site filled with stage hugging Beliebers, sneaked in selfie sticks and a suprising lack of bandshirts. yet we still had a surprisingly fun day. The Pierce Brothers gave an energetic 2 man performance making Mumford and sons-esque folk music. Kaiser Chiefs were most definitely Drunk and it made their performance all the better. After that we saw a little of Five Finger Death Punch. They were a little flat, and the crowd didn’t really seem into it. I wouldn’t call myself much of a 5FDP fan but some heavy metal was just what we needed at that moment. Then after sheltering for the rain for 30 minutes the moment everyone at the festival were waiting for, whether they liked it or not. Justin Bieber on the Main Stage. The clouds cleared and the intro music for Justins performance started. paired with some hard to understand visuals of Justin Bieber falling and telling us how hard his life must be and how much struggles he has (Sure justin). Then of course he came up wearing a sweatsuit and my biggest fear came true. He started dancing and play-backing. Oh how low Pinkpop has sunk. we stuck around for a good 30 minutes, because yet, his songs were still recognizable and the visuals/fireworks were quite impressive. but when he started talking about how he had no Idea where he was and tried to persuade his fans to buy even more merch because he even wore it himself. the performance sunk to its lowest point and we decided it would be best to go back to the camping and get some rest to be fit for Green Day the next day. Day 2 started and Finally Pinkpop felt like Pinkpop again. we were at the gates before opening and waited to get in next to some exited Green Day fans. waiting to be the first ones at the front of the stage and stay there for the next 12 hours. (something I myself did 4 years ago) We decided to chill on the field and get some more rest. Then we went to see My Baby at the tent stage. A Dutch band that combines blues riffs with trance music. they played a very energetic and tight set. However they failed to find a connection with the audience who, I guess, didn’t realize is was dance music. We originally planned to see Biffy Clyro on the second stage but we decided to skip them and make our way to the main stage to get some decent places near the front when Green Day starts. At the mainstage we saw Broederliefde (dutch hip hop group) not really my kind of hip hop so couldn’t really get into it. but they did managed to get the crowd moving. after that we saw Imagine Dragons. A band that, to me, is nothing more than their lead singer. The lead singer gave a tight performance even though admitting he felt very sick that day. The band however felt awkward. I never really thought of imagine dragons of a real band because of the overproduced sound they have. And this performance seemed to proof that, because the bandmembers had no idea what they were doing. they played a set full of awkward silences between songs a cliché drum solo, a cliché guitar solo which featured even more cliché rock riffs like seven nation army. I was the only one in the audience who seemed to mind though because everyone around me (including my girlfriend) were having the time of their lives. then finally Green Day started performing their pre-show success ritual of getting everyone to sing along to Bohemian Rhapsody, the drunken rabbit hyping the crowd up while playing Blitzkrieg Bop, and the good the bad and the ugly theme to add some more suspense. Green Day sounded the exact same as they did 4 years ago, just with some more strong songs in their arsenal like Bang Bang and Revolution Radio. I went to the concert to relive my 15 year old self. in a time when Green Day was the best band I ever heard and I listened to them religiously. Looking at the people in front of me glued to the barrier, seeing Green Day for the first time, reminded me so much of myself 4 years ago. But instead of the stage hugging super fan, this year I was the older (maybe even a little annoying ) guy that started the mosh pits with the people around me. Introducing the people around me to punk crowds like the 20 years olds did to me 4 years ago.

Day 3 started and we were at the gates just as early as day 2. My girlfriend wanted to see Oh Wonder and we heard rumors that they would play a small acoustic set for the radio at the start of the day. And they sure did. At the same time the festival grounds opened Oh Wonder started playing so we had to hurry to get there and not miss the first song. Seeing Oh Wonder in a small setting was very relaxing. 4 hours later we would see their full set at the tent stage. which was also great. But it did feel like even the tent stage was too big for them. Their small songs really came out stronger with just guitar and piano. And Being able to sit while listening to them was also a pro. The rest of the day was filled with more “15 year old me” nostalgia. we went to see Sum 41, the Prophets of Rage and System of a down. all 3 in a row. All of them were incredibly tight and got the crowd moving. This is the Pinkpop I know, and This is the Pinkpop I want to see every year. Sum 41 played an energetic show filled with old school hits that everyone seemed to remember. Prophets of Rage did 5 songs of the first Rage Against the Machine album. One of my favorite albums of all time. Of course it wasn’t Zach De La Rocha on vocals but if everybody is rapping along to the hits who even cares? The same thing counted for System of a Down. Not the headliner, but certainly the crowd magnet of the festival. everyone came to see the mighty system of a down. And maybe hoping to hear some new material. We didn’t get any new material we did however get a great show. Looking back at recordings System of a Sown were not very tight and Serj Tankian is definitely not as energetic as he used to be. But when the crowd is a nonstop moshpit.... Who the hell even cares? After what felt like a headliner-worthy set we were treated to the Real headliner of the festival. Kings of Leon. And boy did they disappoint. I wasn’t interested in getting close to the stage because we were tired from the rock marathon at the second stage. Kings of Leon sounded perfect, but their music and performance lacked so much energy. I started to wonder why they were headliner and if Kings of Leon are still relevant in 2017. Of course the crowd went wild when they played Sex on Fire and Use Somebody but they did nothing with the momentum the show gained from those 2 fan favorites. worst of all was how the show ended. No encore, just “we were Kings of Leon, hope to see you next time, bye” And as soon after he said that the outro music started playing and they were gone. It was like they couldn’t wait to leave the stage as soon as possible. Kings of Leon played a great set. But if a band doesn’t want to act like a headliner, it’s a damn shame that they’re booked as one.

All in all after having some doubt about going i can say that this was one of the most relaxing festivals I’ve ever been to. No large groups of six people, just me and my girlfriend. Even though the feeling was a little lost on the first day, Pinkpop is still Pinkpop and to me it’s not even about the bands anymore. it’s just about having a good time. So I’ll probably be going again in 2018. Even if they put even more pop into Pinkpop

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Good color rendering:

Compared with fluorescent lamps, the color rendering index of high-power LED wall lamps is high. The color of the illuminated object is better presented.

. . LED line lights need to be anti-static because LEDs are static-sensitive components. If the anti-static measures are not taken when the LED line lights are being repaired, the LED will burn out and form a luxury. It should be noted that the soldering iron must use an anti-static soldering iron, and maintenance personnel must also take anti-static measures (such as wearing an electrostatic ring and anti-static gloves, etc.). .

Low maintenance cost:

LEDs have a long lifespan, with a luminous flux half-life of more than 50,000 hours, and are generally used for more than 30 years. The impact resistance and earthquake resistance are strong. There are no vulnerable parts such as tungsten wire and glass bulb, and the possibility of non-general 'scrap' is very small. Quality assurance measures Quality assurance measures Quality assurance measures Quality assurance measures Quality assurance measures Quality assurance measures.

Small product:

It can make the lamp exquisite and exquisite, more suitable for different use occasions, and at the same time, it can disassemble the different arms, so that the light of the lamp can be changed abundantly. Green:

Recyclable waste, no pollution, unlike fluorescent lamps containing ingredients, better environmental protection benefits, no ultraviolet and infrared in the spectrum, no heat, no radiation, little glare, and waste can be recycled, no pollution, no elements, cold The light source can be touched quietly and belongs to the typical green photo Taicang source. The annual output of LED street lamps will reach 10,000, a year-on-year increase of%. With the pressure of energy saving and emission reduction, the acceptance of LED street lamps has greatly increased.

Features

There are many types and styles of wall lamps, such as common ceiling lamps, color-changing wall lamps, bedside wall lamps and mirror front wall lamps. Ceiling lamps are mostly dismantled on balconies, stairs, corridor aisles and bedrooms, suitable for long-term lamps; color-changing wall lamps are mostly used for festivals and festive occasions; bedside wall lamps are mostly disassembled on the upper left side of the bed, the lamp head can move universally, and the beam is concentrated Easy to read; the wall lights in front of the mirror are more whitewashed and are being used near the bathroom mirror. High-power high-efficiency LED is a new light source that has developed rapidly at home and abroad in recent years. It has the advantages of high light efficiency (lmPW (W LED)), long life (h) vibration resistance, easy damage, instant start-up and no pollution.

The installation height of the wall lamp should be slightly higher than the line of sight 1.8 meters high. The illuminance of the wall lamp should not be too large, as it is more artistically contagious. The choice of the wall lampshade should be determined according to the wall color. The white or cream yellow wall should use light green and light blue lampshade, lake green and sky blue wall It is advisable to use milky white, light yellow and brown shades. In this way, a large-scale one-color background wall cloth is decorated with a prominent wall lamp to give people the feeling of elegant Taicang. The wire connecting the wall lamp should be light color, which is convenient to apply the paint with the same wall color to keep the wall clean and tidy. Otherwise, you can first dig a small slot in the wall that just fits into the wire, embed the wire, fill it with lime, and then apply the paint with the same color as the wall. When electric, the lifting speed of the light panel should not exceed m seconds, and it should be light and flexible during manual operation.

Things to keep in mind

It is understood that in recent years, with the inexhaustible improvement of people's livelihood <a href="https://www.winpowerlights.com/product/par-can-light">COB zoom par light manufacturer</a> and the growing concern about topics such as energy and environment, consumers' demands for energy conservation, environmental protection and well-being are increasing. In terms of lighting, the selection of more green, energy-saving, and well-being lighting products has gradually become a mainstream of society; and LEDs have been said to be excellent in terms of energy saving, environmental protection, use efficiency and lifespan, and their widespread use has become a certain trend. You make up every day, he steals every day.

However, consumers should pay attention to the following misunderstandings when purchasing lighting:

Misunderstanding 1. LED bulbs of several W can replace incandescent lamps of several W.

Positive solution: Because incandescent lamps only talk about wattage but not lumens, they will affect consumers' <a href="https://www.winpowerlights.com/product/dimmer-pack">dimmer power pack</a> habit of buying lamps overnight. The difference between LED technology and incandescent lamp, because the light effect of LED is still being developed, so the wattage can not actually represent its lumens. Some manufacturers are giving signs similar to '40W incandescent lamp exchanged for sale' on the package to assist consumers in purchasing. There is a folk ballad saying that ten people and nine merchants, and one will settle accounts.

Myth 2: The greater the LED power, the brighter the brightness. Lighting has become a gold signboard in the ancient town.

Positive solution: The brightness of general LED light is weighed by lumens (lm). The higher the lumens (lm) output of LED lamps with different power levels, the more energy-saving. For example: 5W and 6W LED lamps are compared. If the 5W lumen output exceeds 6W, then the 5W lamp is actually more energy efficient than the 6W lamp. When we need to purchase the LED wall washer, we must pay attention to the choice of products, so as to determine the quality of the products and meet the high quality standards.

Zhongshan Jiahui Tianshi Lighting Co., Ltd. has a professional design team with excellent technology and flexible thinking. The various types of lamps designed are favored by the majority of consumers. At the same time, they have introduced the advanced testing and experimental instruments in strict accordance with national standards Carry out tests to ensure that products meet relevant standards. Main lamps and lanterns: street lamps, courtyard lamps, landscape lamps, flood lamps, wall washer lamps, lamps, commercial lighting and other LED outdoor lighting brand products.