My early week guests departed on Wednesday and Thursday and a group of four arrived on Thursday morning, thankfully on separate flights, although two of them were on the late running Stansted flight that brought Debrah, and our very good friend Mel, here for the weekend. It was a bit of a squash in the car but we made it back safe and sound.
Mel's arrival has caused a bit of a stir in the local community. During canapés and cocktails with the new guests (who are all policemen and women!), Mel was the first to make an appearance and was assumed to be my wife until Debrah made her grand entrance ten minutes later, which caused some mildly amusing confusion.
Later last night, we wandered up to the Makhila, where Mel was greeted with enthusiasm by the usual crowd - in fact, their reaction to her was slightly astonishing to behold. David went very quiet before making his excuses and departing early to polish his boules, Bob was like an excited puppy dog who couldn't finish one sentence before starting the next, Chris had had a shower and a shave and Pierre went into full on 'Pepe le Peu / aah, cheri' mode whilst telling her about his two donkeys in the Ariege with soft noses whilst simultaneously stroking Mels nose with his forefinger. Blimey! - talk about causing a stir.
As a result we agreed to meet up this evening to play boules, but not before we had enjoyed a varied and lovely day in the Autumn sunshine. We went shopping in Les Halles for our supper and then clothes shopping for Mel (Debrah considers herself to be Mel's personal shopper) and then lunch at Felix in the square before some more shopping, back home for a short nap, some domestic work on the ironing board, trying out a couple of new cocktail mixes and finally our pre-arranged boules match.
I have been trying to meet up with the guys for a game of boules for some time and tonight I finally managed it. David had made some pasties (how very British) and others had bought some wine and sandwiches which we all consumed under the lights at the Boulodrome whilst we played two games well into the evening - and a lot of fun it was too, with everyone producing the odd brilliant shot amongst the fairly average play.
Meanwhile, the race to open the Irish bars continues at a hot pace. It looks like the old Irish bar will get there first, but Patrick and his team won't be far behind with the new bar, to be called The Celt, despite losing Chris and Declan to the USA next week. Personally I just wish they would both hurry up so that we can get some big screen TV sport watching back in town.
Friday, 10 October 2008
Tuesday, 7 October 2008
Missing my wife
I have just finished another client dinner, loaded the dishwasher and washed up the stuff that wouldn't fit - all except the glasses that is.
I was feeling a bit lonely this morning and really missing Debrah not being here - I couldn't get myself going on anything despite having a million things that I could do. I went to the market for the stuff for tonight's dinner and then mooched about a bit before finally shaking off the lethargy - in fact I suddenly went into overdrive.
Not sure where the energy or drive appeared from but I made a rapid supermarket trip and finished the email listing of previous enquirees and then went into baketastic cooking mode interspersed with an hours ironing and finally dinner preparation for this evening - phew!
So there is now a lemon cake and some biscuits for guests and me to nibble on and most of the ironing is up to date and the mailing list is ready for the relaunch of the website and the current guests have gone to bed replete after supper.
The supermarket trip was a bit disappointing though - the annual 'Foire des Vins' or wine fair had been taking place at Leclerc and they had some excellent wines on offer at excellent prices. Debrah and I tried some a couple of weeks ago and earmarked the ones that we would like to have again and again. Sadly, when I visited today the whole promotion was over and virtually all the wines that we had earmarked had sold out - bugger - oh well, there will always be next year and the wine festival is just around the corner next week - I don't suppose that we will go without the water of life.
I had emails this morning from both Amy and Isabel - amazing immediate responses to my email last evening - both are settled into their university years at Lancaster and Leicester - and with Christian now into his first week at Ravensbourne Art College, we have quite the grown up family. Good luck to them all on their first steps towards the scariness and responsibility that is adulthood and don't you dare mess up.
I was feeling a bit lonely this morning and really missing Debrah not being here - I couldn't get myself going on anything despite having a million things that I could do. I went to the market for the stuff for tonight's dinner and then mooched about a bit before finally shaking off the lethargy - in fact I suddenly went into overdrive.
Not sure where the energy or drive appeared from but I made a rapid supermarket trip and finished the email listing of previous enquirees and then went into baketastic cooking mode interspersed with an hours ironing and finally dinner preparation for this evening - phew!
So there is now a lemon cake and some biscuits for guests and me to nibble on and most of the ironing is up to date and the mailing list is ready for the relaunch of the website and the current guests have gone to bed replete after supper.
The supermarket trip was a bit disappointing though - the annual 'Foire des Vins' or wine fair had been taking place at Leclerc and they had some excellent wines on offer at excellent prices. Debrah and I tried some a couple of weeks ago and earmarked the ones that we would like to have again and again. Sadly, when I visited today the whole promotion was over and virtually all the wines that we had earmarked had sold out - bugger - oh well, there will always be next year and the wine festival is just around the corner next week - I don't suppose that we will go without the water of life.
I had emails this morning from both Amy and Isabel - amazing immediate responses to my email last evening - both are settled into their university years at Lancaster and Leicester - and with Christian now into his first week at Ravensbourne Art College, we have quite the grown up family. Good luck to them all on their first steps towards the scariness and responsibility that is adulthood and don't you dare mess up.
Monday, 6 October 2008
Lights out
It's been a day of many odd jobs, some of them successful, some of them not.
The outside lights in the courtyard and the archway have both failed at the same time, plunging the whole place into pitch black at night time, the only light being a faint glimmer from the doorbell.
For the last three weeks the lights have been on all day, even though we have had bright sunlight, which made me think that the sensor had failed - now that I have checked the circuit and the fuse and the connections, which all seem fine, a failed sensor seems to be the only logical conclusion. I think we need a new one.
My studio guests also reported that the remote control for the dvd player wasn't working. I changed the batteries to no effect - so we need a new one of those too.
Based on the (dubious) belief that these things come along in threes, I am hoping beyond hope that the third isn't something really expensive!
I did manage to get through half the ironing mountain and my guests have been extremely undemanding and both had relatively late breakfasts, allowing me to catch up on some sleep - another early night tonight I think.
With only 10 days to go before he disappears off to the USA, Chris has finally realised that he needs to finish the work in Denis' apartment - so this evening we dashed up to Tridome for a couple of final bits (cupboard door hinges and varnish for the worktops). We had a bonus with '10% off' vouchers courtesy of an English language newsletter called 'The Eleven' - that being the number of the Aude Department where I live.
I don't know how much money I have spent in Tridome over the last three years but it is well into the thousands - 10% off all that lot would have been very useful indeed - as it is we saved a massive three euros and sixty one centimes - well, every bit helps.
Talking of the French departments, I bet you can't name the ten departments beginning with the letter A that come before this one - one of them is only a one letter change - answers tomorrow or whenever I remember.
The outside lights in the courtyard and the archway have both failed at the same time, plunging the whole place into pitch black at night time, the only light being a faint glimmer from the doorbell.
For the last three weeks the lights have been on all day, even though we have had bright sunlight, which made me think that the sensor had failed - now that I have checked the circuit and the fuse and the connections, which all seem fine, a failed sensor seems to be the only logical conclusion. I think we need a new one.
My studio guests also reported that the remote control for the dvd player wasn't working. I changed the batteries to no effect - so we need a new one of those too.
Based on the (dubious) belief that these things come along in threes, I am hoping beyond hope that the third isn't something really expensive!
I did manage to get through half the ironing mountain and my guests have been extremely undemanding and both had relatively late breakfasts, allowing me to catch up on some sleep - another early night tonight I think.
With only 10 days to go before he disappears off to the USA, Chris has finally realised that he needs to finish the work in Denis' apartment - so this evening we dashed up to Tridome for a couple of final bits (cupboard door hinges and varnish for the worktops). We had a bonus with '10% off' vouchers courtesy of an English language newsletter called 'The Eleven' - that being the number of the Aude Department where I live.
I don't know how much money I have spent in Tridome over the last three years but it is well into the thousands - 10% off all that lot would have been very useful indeed - as it is we saved a massive three euros and sixty one centimes - well, every bit helps.
Talking of the French departments, I bet you can't name the ten departments beginning with the letter A that come before this one - one of them is only a one letter change - answers tomorrow or whenever I remember.
Sunday, 5 October 2008
Bloggate
I seem to have caused a bit of a rumpus following my blog after last weekends birthday bash for Anna.
I used a comment that was made to me in private - I know, blatant plagiarism - and it appears that some people may have taken offence - well, that seems to be the implication but I haven't spoken with or heard from anybody directly so this is all rather second hand knowledge. Anna and Debrah have had a bit of a heated falling out and have now hopefully made up again - lordy.
That's the thing about writing a blog though - you hope people are going to read it and, ironically, more people seem to have read it this week than ever before. I put it out there so I have to expect that not everyone is going to agree with everything I write and there is of course a certain amount of exaggeration of situations or events for, hopefully, humourous effect.
So, lets get two things straight, with no exaggeration or attempted humour involved at all. Firstly, as I said at the beginning of the week, it was a thoroughly enjoyable weekend with a great mix of people, all of whose company I enjoyed. Secondly, I never meant to cause any offence and apologise to anyone who feels at all offended in any way whatsoever.
Hopefully, that is the end of the crisis, without the need for resignations, court cases or 'Hello' photo-shoots.
Meanwhile it has been one unbelievably busy full-on working weekend here with guests out on Friday and Saturday and new guests in on both days and both leaving today and two new sets of guests arriving. I have the most impressive washing and ironing mountain ever!
The weekend guests all arrived from the UK - two Australians came in on the plane from London and two Americans on the plane from Liverpool - to stay with an Englishman living in France. "Doesn't anyone live in their own country anymore", quipped one - well, apparently not.
There was an architect working on top class hotels and restaurants in London and a marketing man in charge of business partnerships for Liverpool FC - all of which meant that we talked about food and design and sport all night, over dinner and a wine tasting, which couldn't have been better to be honest.
You might ask "what does an American know about football?" - but he doesn't need to as long as he knows about marketing and business partnerships which he clearly does and I now know someone who can get hold of Liverpool tickets which I think is called a 'football result'.
I also know that a top top chef is opening a new restaurant but I don't know where because I wasn't told but I do know who but I'm not going to say because this blog seems to get me into enough trouble as it is - blumen hell!
I used a comment that was made to me in private - I know, blatant plagiarism - and it appears that some people may have taken offence - well, that seems to be the implication but I haven't spoken with or heard from anybody directly so this is all rather second hand knowledge. Anna and Debrah have had a bit of a heated falling out and have now hopefully made up again - lordy.
That's the thing about writing a blog though - you hope people are going to read it and, ironically, more people seem to have read it this week than ever before. I put it out there so I have to expect that not everyone is going to agree with everything I write and there is of course a certain amount of exaggeration of situations or events for, hopefully, humourous effect.
So, lets get two things straight, with no exaggeration or attempted humour involved at all. Firstly, as I said at the beginning of the week, it was a thoroughly enjoyable weekend with a great mix of people, all of whose company I enjoyed. Secondly, I never meant to cause any offence and apologise to anyone who feels at all offended in any way whatsoever.
Hopefully, that is the end of the crisis, without the need for resignations, court cases or 'Hello' photo-shoots.
Meanwhile it has been one unbelievably busy full-on working weekend here with guests out on Friday and Saturday and new guests in on both days and both leaving today and two new sets of guests arriving. I have the most impressive washing and ironing mountain ever!
The weekend guests all arrived from the UK - two Australians came in on the plane from London and two Americans on the plane from Liverpool - to stay with an Englishman living in France. "Doesn't anyone live in their own country anymore", quipped one - well, apparently not.
There was an architect working on top class hotels and restaurants in London and a marketing man in charge of business partnerships for Liverpool FC - all of which meant that we talked about food and design and sport all night, over dinner and a wine tasting, which couldn't have been better to be honest.
You might ask "what does an American know about football?" - but he doesn't need to as long as he knows about marketing and business partnerships which he clearly does and I now know someone who can get hold of Liverpool tickets which I think is called a 'football result'.
I also know that a top top chef is opening a new restaurant but I don't know where because I wasn't told but I do know who but I'm not going to say because this blog seems to get me into enough trouble as it is - blumen hell!
Friday, 3 October 2008
Local trouble
I received a letter yesterday, by registered post, from M Sire, the owner of the vacant space on the ground floor where I temporarily dumped a load a debris during my renovation, demanding that I relocate the water supply to my apartments.
My water supply runs through this space of his and not in a particularly well thought out way - but then so does everybody elses water supply and indeed electricity supply too. As far as I can see they were all installed at the same time and all well before I bought my apartments.
I had a chat with Bridgitte about it and asked her opinion - she phoned the notaire that had handled my sale and was pointed in the direction of the rules and regulations governing the building which is now in her hands as Madame La Presidente. It turns out that all pipework not inside the proprietors own flat is the responsibility of the managing agents, i.e us as proprietors jointly.
That is good news - M Sire is the only proprietor that owes money and he now has to face all the owners rather than just try to bully me separately. It will be interesting to see if he turns up at the next meeting, which is imminent, to pursue his case.
I'd actually be very happy to see the pipe re-sited because M Sire has stated his intention to sell - mind you he wants €20,000 for an uninhabitable space with no bathroom or kitchen - he is clearly bonkers. Bridgitte referred to him as 'con', which my dictionary translates as bloody stupid but I am sure that it must have a much more colourful translation from the way that the phrase was delivered - I can certainly think of plenty of different words to use .
So the matter will go on the next agenda and Bridgitte will draft a reply to him and we will see what happens after that.
In the meantime, my Irish guests left to be replaced by London Aussies on a two day break without their kids - which means that I am all Aussied out in both suites - cripes mate. The new guests apparently hitch-hiked through here some 15 years ago and have vague memories of it all - isn't that sweet.
I have a bit of a weekend from hell actually - after a room change today and then another tomorrow, I have a double changeover on Sunday - which means a lot of cleaning, washing, ironing and airport drop-offs and pick-ups - not to mention dinner on Saturday evening. I don't normally accept one night bookings, but with Debrah in London this weekend on account of an early Monday departure on a photo-shoot trip to Turkey, and a dinner to do on Saturday night for the Aussies, I figured that I may as well fill the vacant night.
It should keep me out of trouble anyway.
My water supply runs through this space of his and not in a particularly well thought out way - but then so does everybody elses water supply and indeed electricity supply too. As far as I can see they were all installed at the same time and all well before I bought my apartments.
I had a chat with Bridgitte about it and asked her opinion - she phoned the notaire that had handled my sale and was pointed in the direction of the rules and regulations governing the building which is now in her hands as Madame La Presidente. It turns out that all pipework not inside the proprietors own flat is the responsibility of the managing agents, i.e us as proprietors jointly.
That is good news - M Sire is the only proprietor that owes money and he now has to face all the owners rather than just try to bully me separately. It will be interesting to see if he turns up at the next meeting, which is imminent, to pursue his case.
I'd actually be very happy to see the pipe re-sited because M Sire has stated his intention to sell - mind you he wants €20,000 for an uninhabitable space with no bathroom or kitchen - he is clearly bonkers. Bridgitte referred to him as 'con', which my dictionary translates as bloody stupid but I am sure that it must have a much more colourful translation from the way that the phrase was delivered - I can certainly think of plenty of different words to use .
So the matter will go on the next agenda and Bridgitte will draft a reply to him and we will see what happens after that.
In the meantime, my Irish guests left to be replaced by London Aussies on a two day break without their kids - which means that I am all Aussied out in both suites - cripes mate. The new guests apparently hitch-hiked through here some 15 years ago and have vague memories of it all - isn't that sweet.
I have a bit of a weekend from hell actually - after a room change today and then another tomorrow, I have a double changeover on Sunday - which means a lot of cleaning, washing, ironing and airport drop-offs and pick-ups - not to mention dinner on Saturday evening. I don't normally accept one night bookings, but with Debrah in London this weekend on account of an early Monday departure on a photo-shoot trip to Turkey, and a dinner to do on Saturday night for the Aussies, I figured that I may as well fill the vacant night.
It should keep me out of trouble anyway.
Wednesday, 1 October 2008
Forward Planning
I've done something to my left shoulder - not sure what though. I think I must have slept on it in an awkward sort of way late last week and it's been getting worse ever since - as I try to compensate for it I think I am making it worse. It's rubbish having your wife in a different country half the time - no sympathy and no massage - but then it might not have been a sympathy and massage giving day anyway - you never can tell until you ask!
Debrah had some good news though - Christian has got a college place this year after all. He will have to work a bit to catch up because he is starting late and he better not let down all the people that have made this happen for him - but the opportunity is fantastic and I'm sure he'll make the most of it.
All of which might mean an opportunity for Debrah and I to spend a bit more time in the same country, same place, at the same time, together. It's all still a bit too soon to start celebrating as we need to work out a number of things to do with property (market dead) and Christian (fees and place to live to sort out), but at least it gives us something to work with and start planning ahead.
Talking of planning ahead, my lovely Irish guests who bought me the chocolates yesterday and for whom I cooked dinner this evening, have decided that they would like to book both the suites for Bastille Day in 2010 - next year is already booked, so they have gone for the year after!
We haven't quite got round to relaunching the website with next years prices (imminent) and I've only just set up all my booking sheets for next year, never mind the year after.
Still, it sounds good to say that we are booked out for Bastille Day until 2011.
Debrah had some good news though - Christian has got a college place this year after all. He will have to work a bit to catch up because he is starting late and he better not let down all the people that have made this happen for him - but the opportunity is fantastic and I'm sure he'll make the most of it.
All of which might mean an opportunity for Debrah and I to spend a bit more time in the same country, same place, at the same time, together. It's all still a bit too soon to start celebrating as we need to work out a number of things to do with property (market dead) and Christian (fees and place to live to sort out), but at least it gives us something to work with and start planning ahead.
Talking of planning ahead, my lovely Irish guests who bought me the chocolates yesterday and for whom I cooked dinner this evening, have decided that they would like to book both the suites for Bastille Day in 2010 - next year is already booked, so they have gone for the year after!
We haven't quite got round to relaunching the website with next years prices (imminent) and I've only just set up all my booking sheets for next year, never mind the year after.
Still, it sounds good to say that we are booked out for Bastille Day until 2011.
Tuesday, 30 September 2008
Catching Up
I know, my blog writing has become very, very tardy of late. It's not that I'm not interested any more - in fact, far from it - but a number of things have changed over the course of this year that have made it more difficult to find the time or the subject matter.
My weeks have been filled with guest activity, such that some weeks I am either doing dinner or canapes and cocktails for guests most evenings. I have made the odd reference to guests in this blog but only in passing and never in any detail because I'm not sure it would be right - but if that is what has happened during the day and evening then there is not much else left to write about.
In addition, Debrah and I have been trying to spend as much time together as possible to reduce the impact of our separate London and Carcassonne working lives - and, as I started this blog as a way of communicating and, hopefully, amusing my wife when we were apart, it's 'raison d'etre' has been somewhat diminished.
So it is that the last week has gone by without so much as a peep from me. Well, here in summary is what has been happening.
We hosted dinner for our honeymoon couple last Wednesday evening and then I drove both sets of guests, somewhat squashed in the car, down to VinEcole and Domaine Gayda for a wine tasting and lunch, whilst at the same time Debrah boarded a first class French railway carriage on a train to Bordeaux that took 3 hours and cost her only €32 - remarkable - "like travelling in a Mercedes train" is how she described it. She was met by Anna and they proceeded to 'go shopping' in Bordeaux because it was Anna's 40th birthday.
I went to a meeting of gite and chambre d'hote owners which was organised by a chap who sends out a fortnightly newsletter called the Aude Flyer. The newsletter serves a good purpose and I applaud it but after an hour of the meeting I knew I wasn't going to get anything out of it and made a client excuse and left. A chap with a newish big silver Mitsubishi 4x4 had to move his car to let me get my battered 16 year old Audi out of it's parking spot. "Somebody must be doing all right", he said, looking at my roof down 'flashy' car as he got into his 'tank' that must have cost him at least 8 times what I paid for the Audi and, no doubt, consumes considerably more fuel. It's amazing that people with with no taste or ability judge people with flair and style entirely by appearances - and judge them incorrectly - he confirmed my need to distance myself very quickly from a bunch of run-of-the-mill gite owners. We are way out of their league.
At the weekend, for the very first time, I was going to leave guests in the suites whilst I went up to Bordeaux for two nights to join Debrah at Anna's birthday celebrations. Guests left Friday and Saturday and I turned both the suites round and greeted the first of my weekend guests on Saturday lunchtime before I left but I couldn't hang around for the second set and so roped in a friend to check them in during the afternoon and out again on Monday lunchtime. I'm very glad to say that the whole thing went very smoothly - guests were very happy - David, who helped me out was also happy and I think glad to be involved and keen to help again whenever needed. So that adds an extra dimension and possibility for Debrah and I to plan time away from the business next year, which is a good thing.
The weekend was a laugh, the weather was fantastic and the company was very entertaining. The chateau guests did rather split into two camps though - those without small children, either because they have none or they have grown up and aren't hanging about any more, and those with a crying, moaning little monster or two. The look-alike Stepford wife blondes bonded to talk about childcare and needing a bigger home whilst the happy-go-lucky brunettes on the other table got on with behaving badly. Obviously we were in the behaving badly group - top weekend.
Before I left, Anna kindly let me gather some flowers and herbs from her vegetable garden which prompted a couple of comments about French lifestyle advertising as I drove off with the roof down and the smell of dahlias and basil filling the air - everyone loves and is jealous of that Audi.
So that brings us up to date. I picked up new Irish guests today who are very lovely and ever so happy to be here. They have already bought me a box of chocolates and offered to buy some wine for dinner tomorrow night - stop it - you've already paid to come here!
Aren't some people lovely.
My weeks have been filled with guest activity, such that some weeks I am either doing dinner or canapes and cocktails for guests most evenings. I have made the odd reference to guests in this blog but only in passing and never in any detail because I'm not sure it would be right - but if that is what has happened during the day and evening then there is not much else left to write about.
In addition, Debrah and I have been trying to spend as much time together as possible to reduce the impact of our separate London and Carcassonne working lives - and, as I started this blog as a way of communicating and, hopefully, amusing my wife when we were apart, it's 'raison d'etre' has been somewhat diminished.
So it is that the last week has gone by without so much as a peep from me. Well, here in summary is what has been happening.
We hosted dinner for our honeymoon couple last Wednesday evening and then I drove both sets of guests, somewhat squashed in the car, down to VinEcole and Domaine Gayda for a wine tasting and lunch, whilst at the same time Debrah boarded a first class French railway carriage on a train to Bordeaux that took 3 hours and cost her only €32 - remarkable - "like travelling in a Mercedes train" is how she described it. She was met by Anna and they proceeded to 'go shopping' in Bordeaux because it was Anna's 40th birthday.
I went to a meeting of gite and chambre d'hote owners which was organised by a chap who sends out a fortnightly newsletter called the Aude Flyer. The newsletter serves a good purpose and I applaud it but after an hour of the meeting I knew I wasn't going to get anything out of it and made a client excuse and left. A chap with a newish big silver Mitsubishi 4x4 had to move his car to let me get my battered 16 year old Audi out of it's parking spot. "Somebody must be doing all right", he said, looking at my roof down 'flashy' car as he got into his 'tank' that must have cost him at least 8 times what I paid for the Audi and, no doubt, consumes considerably more fuel. It's amazing that people with with no taste or ability judge people with flair and style entirely by appearances - and judge them incorrectly - he confirmed my need to distance myself very quickly from a bunch of run-of-the-mill gite owners. We are way out of their league.
At the weekend, for the very first time, I was going to leave guests in the suites whilst I went up to Bordeaux for two nights to join Debrah at Anna's birthday celebrations. Guests left Friday and Saturday and I turned both the suites round and greeted the first of my weekend guests on Saturday lunchtime before I left but I couldn't hang around for the second set and so roped in a friend to check them in during the afternoon and out again on Monday lunchtime. I'm very glad to say that the whole thing went very smoothly - guests were very happy - David, who helped me out was also happy and I think glad to be involved and keen to help again whenever needed. So that adds an extra dimension and possibility for Debrah and I to plan time away from the business next year, which is a good thing.
The weekend was a laugh, the weather was fantastic and the company was very entertaining. The chateau guests did rather split into two camps though - those without small children, either because they have none or they have grown up and aren't hanging about any more, and those with a crying, moaning little monster or two. The look-alike Stepford wife blondes bonded to talk about childcare and needing a bigger home whilst the happy-go-lucky brunettes on the other table got on with behaving badly. Obviously we were in the behaving badly group - top weekend.
Before I left, Anna kindly let me gather some flowers and herbs from her vegetable garden which prompted a couple of comments about French lifestyle advertising as I drove off with the roof down and the smell of dahlias and basil filling the air - everyone loves and is jealous of that Audi.
So that brings us up to date. I picked up new Irish guests today who are very lovely and ever so happy to be here. They have already bought me a box of chocolates and offered to buy some wine for dinner tomorrow night - stop it - you've already paid to come here!
Aren't some people lovely.
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