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Thursday, 30 July 2009
Tuesday, 28 July 2009
I played two lots of 9 o clock tennis today. That was 9am with Dolcie from my beginners class, who managed to beat me 3 games to 2 when we were scoring, and has a wicked serve. Then 9pm tennis, which is R and I's regular slot, and today we were joined with another of my new tennis buddies, Jo. She is about as bad as me. R played against us, ie one vs two, and the only way we got anything like an even game (ie we won 1, he won 9) was when we made him play right handed. Things were so bad we were going to blindfold him and make him hop, just so we could get the odd point. I did my swimming practice straight after, and so in this last 24 hours 10% of my time has been devoted to exercising.
The girls and I had a lovely time in the Hedge End park next to the library, where I got chatting (for once it was someone else who started it) to someone which passed the time, and A made a lovely little friend to go on the swings etc with. Someone at work said that she and her son have a summer holiday challenge to go to a different park everyday, which I like. We did the park next to my new school the other day, a short, pleasant walk from Royal Victoria Park and a mlluch better selection of play equipment than in the parks by the tea shop. We popped into Hedge End library on a quest for as many CDs as possible to listen to on summer jouneys in the car. Maybe we could add to the park a day challenge, and add a library a day to it? we are enjoying some books by Jeanne Willis and Korky Paul called 'Crazy Jobs' and also reading Mr Gum by Andy Stanton. I totally recommend his writing, even if you don't have children, he loves words. I just found out about a course I want to do, it is an MA in Children's literature. I did English literature A level and wanted to study fairy tales at university, but didn't realise you actually could, so did Environmental Sciences. So, this could be my big chance, and as I have an MSc it would only be right to get an MA too. However, I don't think this year coming up would be the best time to start it, so am resisting and going to have a look at it again for next September, maybe. Its a distance learning course, and as I learn by talking, that might be a struggle for me.
H came to school with me today and proved to be very nifty on the paper trimmer, helping me out immensely. There still seems a lot to do, but the classroom is now clean and getting a bit of order in it! Meanwhile at home, A and R were busy cleaning out the playroom, with the objective of ridding it of cat wee smell once and for all. This involved sawing the bottom sections off all the shelves and 3 washes of the floor. We have put a fair few bits of toys/tat on freecycle, and are hoping to be able to do the ironing in the play room, as its not much fun having an ironing board in your bedroom. Where do other people keep theirs? It should be renamed the office/ironing room, as no one plays in it much. Only to do messy craft projects. A's project of the day was cutting hair off the doll's head thing she has and gluing it inside a shoebox. A bit macabre. She said her doll's head looked like a freak. It did before she cut its hair off, now it looks like a freak who had an appointment with the worst hairdresser in Britain.
R took the tents down at Netley, as a whole day passed without precipitation. Hurrah! And he took them for their obligatory daily dip at the pool while I tried to tidy the house up a bit ready for Wendy.
Most exciting of all, H and I went to Bitterne today, to pick up my prescription from Superdrug, and to buy some buns for us all in the Baker's Oven. H had some goes on the slide, but she is now so big for it, she gets to the bottom before she has left the top. On the noticeboard was a sign which said Bitterne's got talent! Geddit! It was asking for people to sign up to do a turn at some local talent contest. Now, how good is that? Sadly I don't have any talents which work on stage. yet.
The girls and I had a lovely time in the Hedge End park next to the library, where I got chatting (for once it was someone else who started it) to someone which passed the time, and A made a lovely little friend to go on the swings etc with. Someone at work said that she and her son have a summer holiday challenge to go to a different park everyday, which I like. We did the park next to my new school the other day, a short, pleasant walk from Royal Victoria Park and a mlluch better selection of play equipment than in the parks by the tea shop. We popped into Hedge End library on a quest for as many CDs as possible to listen to on summer jouneys in the car. Maybe we could add to the park a day challenge, and add a library a day to it? we are enjoying some books by Jeanne Willis and Korky Paul called 'Crazy Jobs' and also reading Mr Gum by Andy Stanton. I totally recommend his writing, even if you don't have children, he loves words. I just found out about a course I want to do, it is an MA in Children's literature. I did English literature A level and wanted to study fairy tales at university, but didn't realise you actually could, so did Environmental Sciences. So, this could be my big chance, and as I have an MSc it would only be right to get an MA too. However, I don't think this year coming up would be the best time to start it, so am resisting and going to have a look at it again for next September, maybe. Its a distance learning course, and as I learn by talking, that might be a struggle for me.
H came to school with me today and proved to be very nifty on the paper trimmer, helping me out immensely. There still seems a lot to do, but the classroom is now clean and getting a bit of order in it! Meanwhile at home, A and R were busy cleaning out the playroom, with the objective of ridding it of cat wee smell once and for all. This involved sawing the bottom sections off all the shelves and 3 washes of the floor. We have put a fair few bits of toys/tat on freecycle, and are hoping to be able to do the ironing in the play room, as its not much fun having an ironing board in your bedroom. Where do other people keep theirs? It should be renamed the office/ironing room, as no one plays in it much. Only to do messy craft projects. A's project of the day was cutting hair off the doll's head thing she has and gluing it inside a shoebox. A bit macabre. She said her doll's head looked like a freak. It did before she cut its hair off, now it looks like a freak who had an appointment with the worst hairdresser in Britain.
R took the tents down at Netley, as a whole day passed without precipitation. Hurrah! And he took them for their obligatory daily dip at the pool while I tried to tidy the house up a bit ready for Wendy.
Most exciting of all, H and I went to Bitterne today, to pick up my prescription from Superdrug, and to buy some buns for us all in the Baker's Oven. H had some goes on the slide, but she is now so big for it, she gets to the bottom before she has left the top. On the noticeboard was a sign which said Bitterne's got talent! Geddit! It was asking for people to sign up to do a turn at some local talent contest. Now, how good is that? Sadly I don't have any talents which work on stage. yet.
Monday, 27 July 2009
Home again after 4 nights in a tent in Netley. We stayed Thursday in the rain, just us and one other guy in the field. Friday night was busier, Saturday night it was looking and sounding like Glastonbury, and we had AJ and co and Kelly and co with us too, then last night in the rain, down to ony 3 tents again, and the rope tyre swing to ourselves. All the children had some injury or other from the rope tyre swing, but that's what they are for, isn't it? Children virtually feral, rounded up now and again for showers or odd food that you only eat when you are camping. As we eat out of plastic pots from the scrapstore to minimise washing up, the meals are a little odd. Everyone got on relatively happily, and I found a great short cut to my new work, where I spent the day on Friday. I did several runs down there too, nice to run somewhere pretty much flat. I am so worried about impending triathlon, and a 10k run booked for October! I went to Body Balance today, as my training schedule suggests once a week not running but doing some stretching and core conditioning. Sure was that! We got to the swimming pool straight from the camp site, and found that there were two ladies in the pool. We assumed there was a secret new adult only session during the summer holidays, but no, just we were there at the right time. How cool was that? I spent the afternoon washing and inventing new places to hang wet clothes. Sadly ran out of ideas before I ran out of washing. Those of you who read the Southampton Vineyard blog will know that I am planning to write a book: 'I still have more washing than line'. An autobiography. Meanwhile, the girls watched Mary Poppins, which is the only sane thing to do on a wet afternoon in the summer holidays.
Smelly horrid cat has weed all over the place in our absence, I find myself apologising to our lovely cleaner about it.
A used the word 'negotiate' correctly in a sentence yesterday. I was stunned, as I don't think I have ever used the word in a sentence, let alone correctly.
I have just spent a couple of hours trying to find resources to make my new class room look smart and nice. It is big, which is in its favour compared to the cupboards that pass for classrooms at Berrywood, and it has a door and is getting a archway plasterboarded up, again, a massive bonus as Berrywood is as open plan as they come. The school is older, 1950s, and just that bit gloomier. Hence my quest for groovy display materials.
Jo Hayles popped down to our campsite on Sunday, and spent the afternoon doing crosswords in the rain with me, enjoying the English monsoon season. We also watched R sail for a bit, and on Saturday I had a go at sailing. The weather on Saturday was a force 5, and on Sunday, when R did two races, Force 6 gusting 7. Now, I did 10 minutes on the Saturday and had to come in, I was a liability as I need to be told what to do all the time to keep me calm, and R was doing all he could to keep the boat the right way up in the water. I screamed so much and couldn't see or breathe, as there were waves splashing me constantly. We had been listening to some instruction on land, and were supposed to be putting it into action on the water. I couldn't even see the instructors. when R said 'if we capsize...' I decided to head for sure, and nearly suggested jumping in and swimming for it rather than negotiate (see, did it) some tacking to get in to land.
I am made for a gin palace, or a maximum wind force of 3 if that's not an option. I glazed over in the theory bit when the guy mentioned downloading the technical manual and measuring things. R, meanwhile, thought the ideas sounded great and can't wait to get down there with his tape measure and a marker pen. Next summer the national championships are being held at Netley, so R has the trophy in his sights! Without me as crew, clearly, unless the sun is shining hard and the water is like a mirror. He had a great time, and managed not only to not capsize but to come a decent 4th out of 8 in one race, and first in another! He loved it, but was a bit wobbly afterwards. Interestingly, he has waterproofed the tent earlier on and inadvertantly waterproofed his hands, which made holding wet ropes a challenge.
Before the camping, I can barely remember life. It was the last week of term, and I came home laden down with generous gifts from the adorable children I am leaving behind. I didn't feel that emotional to be leaving, just exhausted and ready for a nap. Tennis was much better this week, it was my last class and went well, we played games to practise scoring, and I got some serves in, and returned some balls. Which seems to be the aim of the game.
Oh, last week we had H's birthday party, a barbecue at home. She had 6 friends over, and we did T shirt painting, played games and iced biscuits and made fruit kebabs. I so love doing parties, and they all had a a great time. End of term - the girls were pleased to find out who their new teachers are for September, and H pleased to get her 100% attendance certificate for the year. She in entitled to a John Lewis voucher and a trip out with the other children from across the school who achieved 100%. A made 98.3%, she missed one day in October. So, I can safely say that my children are helping the school hit its attendance figures! Now I am working 3 days they can't be ill!
I had a mad Friday a couple of weeks ago, where I rushed to Sainsburys after school to buy hundreds of baps for the school barbecue, then dropped them off at Kanes hill, picked up girls and helped slice all the baps. Then to tennis lesson, then back to school barbecue briefly ( Granny Mary won a bottle of wine in the raffle), then off to another barbecue at the home of my job share partner, who, incidentally, is the sister of my old Slimming World consultant. That was all between 4pm and 8pm. On the Saturday we went to Granny Mary's for lunch ( I drove up, and had a sleep on arrival) and R emptied the loft of a load of old crap prior to the insulation men coming round. Hurray! This Christmas I might be able to move away from the fire! Andreas was with Mary for complicated reasons beyond our understanding, but it meant he got to hang out with his cousins all day, whom he rarely sees as he is always in Cyprus in the holidays, and in Tooting the rest of the time. Him and H went on the ghost train at the Claygate flower show, a lucrative business plan, as it cost £2.50 and took about 30 seconds. But the look on H's face was priceless! We had lovely Ellie with us, and hung around with other cousin Angus too, so a lovely day, except for the rubbish weather. We had tea at the Foley, a nice Claygate pub with a big garden and play area, and a barbecue being staffed by the most incompetent people you could dream of. Eventually we were all fed, but by then it was raining hard and we had the look of tired, cold, wet and hungry people you normally see selling the Big Issue, not sitting in pub gardens. One other rubbish thing was the Punch and Judy show. The sound quality was dire, and she gets paid £100 for two little shows. I seriously am thinking about that as a a job when I retire. I could so easily be so much better than her, and not wear tartan trousers. Pete Kitts could do sound effects for me on his guitar.
Smelly horrid cat has weed all over the place in our absence, I find myself apologising to our lovely cleaner about it.
A used the word 'negotiate' correctly in a sentence yesterday. I was stunned, as I don't think I have ever used the word in a sentence, let alone correctly.
I have just spent a couple of hours trying to find resources to make my new class room look smart and nice. It is big, which is in its favour compared to the cupboards that pass for classrooms at Berrywood, and it has a door and is getting a archway plasterboarded up, again, a massive bonus as Berrywood is as open plan as they come. The school is older, 1950s, and just that bit gloomier. Hence my quest for groovy display materials.
Jo Hayles popped down to our campsite on Sunday, and spent the afternoon doing crosswords in the rain with me, enjoying the English monsoon season. We also watched R sail for a bit, and on Saturday I had a go at sailing. The weather on Saturday was a force 5, and on Sunday, when R did two races, Force 6 gusting 7. Now, I did 10 minutes on the Saturday and had to come in, I was a liability as I need to be told what to do all the time to keep me calm, and R was doing all he could to keep the boat the right way up in the water. I screamed so much and couldn't see or breathe, as there were waves splashing me constantly. We had been listening to some instruction on land, and were supposed to be putting it into action on the water. I couldn't even see the instructors. when R said 'if we capsize...' I decided to head for sure, and nearly suggested jumping in and swimming for it rather than negotiate (see, did it) some tacking to get in to land.
I am made for a gin palace, or a maximum wind force of 3 if that's not an option. I glazed over in the theory bit when the guy mentioned downloading the technical manual and measuring things. R, meanwhile, thought the ideas sounded great and can't wait to get down there with his tape measure and a marker pen. Next summer the national championships are being held at Netley, so R has the trophy in his sights! Without me as crew, clearly, unless the sun is shining hard and the water is like a mirror. He had a great time, and managed not only to not capsize but to come a decent 4th out of 8 in one race, and first in another! He loved it, but was a bit wobbly afterwards. Interestingly, he has waterproofed the tent earlier on and inadvertantly waterproofed his hands, which made holding wet ropes a challenge.
Before the camping, I can barely remember life. It was the last week of term, and I came home laden down with generous gifts from the adorable children I am leaving behind. I didn't feel that emotional to be leaving, just exhausted and ready for a nap. Tennis was much better this week, it was my last class and went well, we played games to practise scoring, and I got some serves in, and returned some balls. Which seems to be the aim of the game.
Oh, last week we had H's birthday party, a barbecue at home. She had 6 friends over, and we did T shirt painting, played games and iced biscuits and made fruit kebabs. I so love doing parties, and they all had a a great time. End of term - the girls were pleased to find out who their new teachers are for September, and H pleased to get her 100% attendance certificate for the year. She in entitled to a John Lewis voucher and a trip out with the other children from across the school who achieved 100%. A made 98.3%, she missed one day in October. So, I can safely say that my children are helping the school hit its attendance figures! Now I am working 3 days they can't be ill!
I had a mad Friday a couple of weeks ago, where I rushed to Sainsburys after school to buy hundreds of baps for the school barbecue, then dropped them off at Kanes hill, picked up girls and helped slice all the baps. Then to tennis lesson, then back to school barbecue briefly ( Granny Mary won a bottle of wine in the raffle), then off to another barbecue at the home of my job share partner, who, incidentally, is the sister of my old Slimming World consultant. That was all between 4pm and 8pm. On the Saturday we went to Granny Mary's for lunch ( I drove up, and had a sleep on arrival) and R emptied the loft of a load of old crap prior to the insulation men coming round. Hurray! This Christmas I might be able to move away from the fire! Andreas was with Mary for complicated reasons beyond our understanding, but it meant he got to hang out with his cousins all day, whom he rarely sees as he is always in Cyprus in the holidays, and in Tooting the rest of the time. Him and H went on the ghost train at the Claygate flower show, a lucrative business plan, as it cost £2.50 and took about 30 seconds. But the look on H's face was priceless! We had lovely Ellie with us, and hung around with other cousin Angus too, so a lovely day, except for the rubbish weather. We had tea at the Foley, a nice Claygate pub with a big garden and play area, and a barbecue being staffed by the most incompetent people you could dream of. Eventually we were all fed, but by then it was raining hard and we had the look of tired, cold, wet and hungry people you normally see selling the Big Issue, not sitting in pub gardens. One other rubbish thing was the Punch and Judy show. The sound quality was dire, and she gets paid £100 for two little shows. I seriously am thinking about that as a a job when I retire. I could so easily be so much better than her, and not wear tartan trousers. Pete Kitts could do sound effects for me on his guitar.
Thursday, 16 July 2009
Matthew, I knew you would shed some light on the subject of velocity.
New joke for you: accidentally made up yesterday... What's the fastest salad vegetable?
rocket. Amy thought it would be spinach, which would work if the movement was gyratory.
Today is H's 8th birthday, which is enough to put anyone in a High School Muscial frenzy. Well done to Fairy Godmother Jo who sent a HSM bag, book, purse and top trumps. I don't get how Sharpei has low style marks and lots of brains. And Gabriella's best friend who is really clever gets lower scores for brains than style. A bought H a HSM dress and leggings. We bought her a basketball hoop and netball (not that I am competitive) and Mary bought her a grown up sleeping bag. Granny B and Grandad P sent money, Amanda gave her an MP3 player (R had it lying around, so don't tell anyone). H has a great gift for looking genuinely delighted with all her presents, and the balloon puffing exhalations of late last night made for a suitably perky looking kitchen table at 7am. We all shot home from school to go for our family meal at Pizza Express, H's choice, courtesy of Tesco Clubcards. We don't go to Tesco much, but the odd stop at a garage convenience store, and buying a TV clearly helped bump up the vouchers. I got £8 in the Coop's recent dividend payout, so that's a hell of a lot of bread and milk! We had a pleasant meal in a busy but efficient restaurant, they do a great child's menu for £6 for 3 courses. Would have done me too, the amounts the girls got - I was fed up of pizza too soon. Had banoffee pie and cake. Going out for lunch tomorrow, then out for 2 barbecues in the evening, then lunch at Mary's and lunch with church on Sunday - I shall burst.
R and I had a fractious tennis session on Tuesday night. I ran there, as desperate for the time to train, but running followed by tennnis shows up my lack of fitness right now. And my grumpiness when blood sugar down. Got tennis lesson tomorrow. Last week was awful, as I just don't get the smash shot at all. I am no good at serving either, but did improve on Tuesday.
Swine flu is everywhere, my school and the girls' school. I read the list of symptons and am pretty sure both R and I have already had it, and H has had a sore throat last week too. So, sorry everyone, we just carried on as normal so hope we are not the guilty ones who sent it to you. Don't think its the kind of virus you can get through an email.
Our amp has recently malfunctioned, after we bought speaker stands and got a colleague's partner to set them all up properly ( it is his job, not just being cheeky to a comparative stranger). Before he did that we hardly used it and it worked, then we started using it more and it doesn't. We now have to decide whether to repair or replace. Its less than 2 years old, so either of those options seems a bit premature. Our lawnmower is not great either, it is a composite of two old ones from the dump, and doesn't seem to be able to achieve cutting grass and getting it out of the way. Again - repair? recycle? or sod it and buy a new one? Do you like what I did there?
We were intending on taking this comparative stranger (Mike - great name for a guy in PA and stereos and all that) and Laura for a sail on Saturday, along with manning the bar. But did you see the weather on Saturday? I rushed back from pony trekking in the New Forest as they were expecting a lot of extra boats at the club for a national something or other, however, the 25 hardy boatsful of teenagers who had travelled to do the competition were not beer monsters, and were happy with chips and tea and blankets. At one point the bar had 2 people in it, both reading books. Granny M was down, and she and I and H walked to the village to buy a paper, but that was the most energetic any of us got.
The morning weather in Burley was drizzly, but fun to be on a horse, and did some trotting! Shame I had the special needs horse, Hayley, who had to go at the back and needed a behaviour chart to stick with the rest of the pack. She did 3 wees as well. It was a busy weekend, as on the Friday night I was staying in Beaulieu with my old school, to celebrate the retirement of my mentor from my NQT year. It is the most amazing bunch of staff you could hope for, a great fun evening with all joining in. I was the only old colleague there, and I left in 2000, but they welcomed me as though I had never left. I would work there again at the drop of a hat (what does that mean?) but its too far away with getting the girls to breakfast club. It's a real community of people, a band of brothers - well sisters and one brother. I did a nice flat, fast run in Beaulieu, and then the horse riding was part of the festivities for Ann's retirement.
On Sunday I went to Hampton Court flower show with Libby, and enjoyed better weather and a really relaxed day out, mooching around looking at ideas for gardens and enjoying the picnic R has carefully selected to appeal to our palates. The only problem were the other people there, it was very crowded and in future I shall ask for a private viewing. I shall try to upload you some pictures forthwith.
Last night I impaled six slugs and two snails, and threw their carcasses on the shed roof, as a warning to other molluscs flying over to stay away from my tomatoes.
New joke for you: accidentally made up yesterday... What's the fastest salad vegetable?
rocket. Amy thought it would be spinach, which would work if the movement was gyratory.
Today is H's 8th birthday, which is enough to put anyone in a High School Muscial frenzy. Well done to Fairy Godmother Jo who sent a HSM bag, book, purse and top trumps. I don't get how Sharpei has low style marks and lots of brains. And Gabriella's best friend who is really clever gets lower scores for brains than style. A bought H a HSM dress and leggings. We bought her a basketball hoop and netball (not that I am competitive) and Mary bought her a grown up sleeping bag. Granny B and Grandad P sent money, Amanda gave her an MP3 player (R had it lying around, so don't tell anyone). H has a great gift for looking genuinely delighted with all her presents, and the balloon puffing exhalations of late last night made for a suitably perky looking kitchen table at 7am. We all shot home from school to go for our family meal at Pizza Express, H's choice, courtesy of Tesco Clubcards. We don't go to Tesco much, but the odd stop at a garage convenience store, and buying a TV clearly helped bump up the vouchers. I got £8 in the Coop's recent dividend payout, so that's a hell of a lot of bread and milk! We had a pleasant meal in a busy but efficient restaurant, they do a great child's menu for £6 for 3 courses. Would have done me too, the amounts the girls got - I was fed up of pizza too soon. Had banoffee pie and cake. Going out for lunch tomorrow, then out for 2 barbecues in the evening, then lunch at Mary's and lunch with church on Sunday - I shall burst.
R and I had a fractious tennis session on Tuesday night. I ran there, as desperate for the time to train, but running followed by tennnis shows up my lack of fitness right now. And my grumpiness when blood sugar down. Got tennis lesson tomorrow. Last week was awful, as I just don't get the smash shot at all. I am no good at serving either, but did improve on Tuesday.
Swine flu is everywhere, my school and the girls' school. I read the list of symptons and am pretty sure both R and I have already had it, and H has had a sore throat last week too. So, sorry everyone, we just carried on as normal so hope we are not the guilty ones who sent it to you. Don't think its the kind of virus you can get through an email.
Our amp has recently malfunctioned, after we bought speaker stands and got a colleague's partner to set them all up properly ( it is his job, not just being cheeky to a comparative stranger). Before he did that we hardly used it and it worked, then we started using it more and it doesn't. We now have to decide whether to repair or replace. Its less than 2 years old, so either of those options seems a bit premature. Our lawnmower is not great either, it is a composite of two old ones from the dump, and doesn't seem to be able to achieve cutting grass and getting it out of the way. Again - repair? recycle? or sod it and buy a new one? Do you like what I did there?
We were intending on taking this comparative stranger (Mike - great name for a guy in PA and stereos and all that) and Laura for a sail on Saturday, along with manning the bar. But did you see the weather on Saturday? I rushed back from pony trekking in the New Forest as they were expecting a lot of extra boats at the club for a national something or other, however, the 25 hardy boatsful of teenagers who had travelled to do the competition were not beer monsters, and were happy with chips and tea and blankets. At one point the bar had 2 people in it, both reading books. Granny M was down, and she and I and H walked to the village to buy a paper, but that was the most energetic any of us got.
The morning weather in Burley was drizzly, but fun to be on a horse, and did some trotting! Shame I had the special needs horse, Hayley, who had to go at the back and needed a behaviour chart to stick with the rest of the pack. She did 3 wees as well. It was a busy weekend, as on the Friday night I was staying in Beaulieu with my old school, to celebrate the retirement of my mentor from my NQT year. It is the most amazing bunch of staff you could hope for, a great fun evening with all joining in. I was the only old colleague there, and I left in 2000, but they welcomed me as though I had never left. I would work there again at the drop of a hat (what does that mean?) but its too far away with getting the girls to breakfast club. It's a real community of people, a band of brothers - well sisters and one brother. I did a nice flat, fast run in Beaulieu, and then the horse riding was part of the festivities for Ann's retirement.
On Sunday I went to Hampton Court flower show with Libby, and enjoyed better weather and a really relaxed day out, mooching around looking at ideas for gardens and enjoying the picnic R has carefully selected to appeal to our palates. The only problem were the other people there, it was very crowded and in future I shall ask for a private viewing. I shall try to upload you some pictures forthwith.
Last night I impaled six slugs and two snails, and threw their carcasses on the shed roof, as a warning to other molluscs flying over to stay away from my tomatoes.
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