Lets start at the very beginning...a very good place to start. Thank you, Julie Andrews.
24hrs back in the US and already the vacation seems surreal. The out going flights were quite non-eventful thank goodness, lets face it you'd have to be off your rocker to want an eventful flight.
We were met at Edinburgh Airport by my wee sis, her boyfriend and my youngest niece. The older niece had to stay with my mom who had become unmanageable and was showing all the tell tale signs of a complete nervous breakdown with a tad of the old coronary flung in! ( don't think I've ever been responsible for causing anyone so much excitement, well maybe the sex bomb once back in the 80's)
I traveled to Fife with "my gang" whilst the sex bomb and our three delinquent children followed us in the hire car.
Arrived at mums, emotional wrecks. It was quite the reunion. Sad to report that mom has aged SO much in the 8 years since I last saw her.
Rounded her and older niece up and off to pick up Granny No2.
Both of the Mums had bought enough groceries and candy to last us 2 months.
Descended upon our wee cottage in the beautiful village of Lundin Links, drank wine and caught up with all the news. Hate to say the grannies still have no time for each other whatsoever so things were a bit tense to put it mildly. Everyone left around 10p.m. except my mom and older niece who stayed chatting till around 2am.
Now here's the thing!
Older niece (whom I adore and pretty much brought up for the first 8 years of her life, she was born 2 years after the death of my baby boy and filled a chasm in my heart and life) had told me a couple of months ago that her younger sister was pregnant and that she, her sis and her mom were frightened to tell my mum.
So there we were on my first night of vacation and I HAVE to tell her. No way I could be there for 2 weeks with everyone knowing except mum.
What a start to a holiday...mum was, I don't know what mum was...I was a wreck.
Next morning calls from sis and both nieces thanking me for "bringing glad tidings"
Ah well, if my auld mum was going to croak over the unwelcome news I guess that would be a reason to cross the ocean.
When I say "calls" had to borrow mums cell phone as the sex bomb had totally screwed up our US phones and ... oh blah de bloody blah.
To be continued...
Today spent doing laundry and housework.
The HG did a wonderful job, all animals alive and well, house still standing, lost a few plants but I would have done that anyway!
So a big TY and hugs for a very dear friend who we love a whole lot.
Cooking steak and best friends potato recipe for dinner, yummy.
Scoot starts summer school tomorrow so early start for me.
Got an email from another BF who has been on vacation to Switzerland (and other places,lucky,lucky,lucky) informing me that she has brought back a Cuckoo Clock for me! LOL
Can't wait to see it! Hoping it's a wee one...this is too funny. Picturing me and the "bird" and Scoot on the hour every hour!
Thought:- do they sleep during the night ? The Cuckoos?
Oh Lordy
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
We have a winner!
Down to the wire now. Counting the hours instead of the weeks then days. The kids are bouncing off the walls with the exception of The Child Iseult who remains cocooned and catatonic in bed...teenagers pah! Which delightfully leads me into an explanation of her "nick".
When I was doubly pregnant with Scoot and his sister The Child Iseult I worked as the Manager of a Residential home for Seniors. Every month the mobile Library would come and strip the bookcase of it's contents then replenish it with new material.
( I worked a shift system at the time with three supervisors and myself providing 24hr in house cover for the staff, so we had to sleep-over. When I think back I don't know how the heck I did it for almost ten years. Shift would start on a Wed at 2p.m. finish at 1o, sleep-over, then 7a.m. till 2p.m. the next day. 8 on 4 off and responsible for a Staff of 60+ not to mention the darling seniors who numbered 40)
There I am lugging myself around work and browsing the bookcase. I read a wonderful book in which the mother refersto her teenage daughter as "The Child Iseult". Now pregnancy has a way of addlepating the most sane and I was so taken with the character ,that Daughter1 has Iseult as a middle name. I can assure you, with all certainty that she has begun to live up to her name! The darnedest thing was I could not for the life of me remember the Title or Author of the book. (I suppose I can be excused for my amnesia as I had 2 preemies to take care of, then of course Scoot decided to take a separate journey for which the sex bomb and I were not prepared, still trying to get on the same flight as Scoot most days, and along came Daughter2.)
I had not thought about this for years and the other night Sex Bomb and I were chatting and it came up. Thanks to today's technology I was able to google my wee heart out and YES I found it!
I will order it as soon as we get back and have The Child Iseult read it, it'll be interesting to get her opinion.
I promise I will try to get around to getting a picture of The Trophy for you today but in the event that I don't, I have to let you know who won the June go-round.
I'm hearing a drum roll in my head, and the winner is...
The Shyster
Well Done!
I can't even pretend that it was close contest
Whilst the other nominees certainly will be back, contending for a win in the months to come, Scotland voted and it was a unanimous decision!
When I was doubly pregnant with Scoot and his sister The Child Iseult I worked as the Manager of a Residential home for Seniors. Every month the mobile Library would come and strip the bookcase of it's contents then replenish it with new material.
( I worked a shift system at the time with three supervisors and myself providing 24hr in house cover for the staff, so we had to sleep-over. When I think back I don't know how the heck I did it for almost ten years. Shift would start on a Wed at 2p.m. finish at 1o, sleep-over, then 7a.m. till 2p.m. the next day. 8 on 4 off and responsible for a Staff of 60+ not to mention the darling seniors who numbered 40)
There I am lugging myself around work and browsing the bookcase. I read a wonderful book in which the mother refersto her teenage daughter as "The Child Iseult". Now pregnancy has a way of addlepating the most sane and I was so taken with the character ,that Daughter1 has Iseult as a middle name. I can assure you, with all certainty that she has begun to live up to her name! The darnedest thing was I could not for the life of me remember the Title or Author of the book. (I suppose I can be excused for my amnesia as I had 2 preemies to take care of, then of course Scoot decided to take a separate journey for which the sex bomb and I were not prepared, still trying to get on the same flight as Scoot most days, and along came Daughter2.)
I had not thought about this for years and the other night Sex Bomb and I were chatting and it came up. Thanks to today's technology I was able to google my wee heart out and YES I found it!
I will order it as soon as we get back and have The Child Iseult read it, it'll be interesting to get her opinion.
I promise I will try to get around to getting a picture of The Trophy for you today but in the event that I don't, I have to let you know who won the June go-round.
I'm hearing a drum roll in my head, and the winner is...
The Shyster
Well Done!
I can't even pretend that it was close contest
Whilst the other nominees certainly will be back, contending for a win in the months to come, Scotland voted and it was a unanimous decision!
Monday, June 16, 2008
D-Day
It all started in bed.
Daughter No2 comes blasting into our bedroom yelling "Happy Fathers Day Daddy" at the top of her very well exercised lungs. Talk about a wake up call.
The response to her uncontrolled enthusiasm was a grunt from me ( I love it when its dads day and I don't have to prop myself up and try to wake up in 2 seconds flat) and a wake up, pop up from Daddy-daddles. Scooter Boy was hot on her heels spinning and squealing like a Tasmanian Devil but no daughter2 in sight.
N.B. Daughter2 shall henceforth be referred to as "The Child Iseult"
Note to self :- explain reasons for this anon.
Well ,you can't start doing the whole card and gift thing with an AWOL child, so I had to drag myself out of bed to resuscitate her. I do not use the term flippantly, that kid sleeps so deeply it's unreal.
We did the cards and gifts then all out for breakfast.
Scooter boy has started eating Pancakes for the fist time in his life.
That said, he's introduced around 15 different foods and drinks into his diet over the past couple of months. I think his body knows that after 12 years of fries, chicken tenders and cranberry juice it needs more if it's going to grow!
He's eating apples,grapes,cherries, pizza, bacon, pancakes,maple syrup, various flavours of yogurt, fruit roll ups, bananas, orange and apple juice and those wee capri sun drinks in all flavours!
It's fantastic! You have no idea how many times we've worked with Dietitians referred by the Doctors because I worry so much about his food intake or lack of it. Apparently it's just one of those "Autistic" things and not a whole lot you can do about it. It's the first time we have EVER gone out for breakfast and not had to order french fries at 9a.m. !
Yes there sure are a whole lot if Firsts happening here.
A little aside, just to keep the peace between the warring siblings, Daughter2 continues in GATE and is my little Arty Princess and The Child Iseult has once again qualified for Honors. Go Girls!
Where was I ? Oh yes, back home and had a wonderful day. The girls worked with Dad downloading new music onto their I-Pods for the flight this week. My buddy arrived and we got the Karaoke going, Scooter Boy singing and dancing his wee heart out. You know it's really interesting that the girls can belt out a fair tune whereas Scoot ( takes to long to type scooter boy) is pitch perfect and sings beautifully...happy to report we have also recently moved on from Teletubbies, Pooh and Noddy and are singing Proclaimers songs and anything Reagge.
The evening wore on and found us trying to master the "Cha-Cha Slide" The Sex Bomb was on his game and getting down with his bad self! This "dancing daddy" has to be seen to be believed.
Mr Whimmaway called and so had a chance to chat with him before our Scottish Tour takes off.
HG and Alien Outlaw joined us at the end of the night after the singing, dancing, exhausted children had retired for the evening. We continued with the music until even the adults were fading. Lovely day. Isn't that a wonderful word? Lovely. I think I'll start a favourite words list,hmm there's a thought, I'll do it now.
On a crappy note we don't think we are going to have time to hook up with " The Irish Connection" We have been emailing back and forth but looks like it's not going to happen. Podge and Rodge, as they shall be known...she's gonna kill me for that one! hehehehe inside joke and no I'm not explaining. don't think I could even begin to explain it actually, LOL here. Podge and Rodge are busy doing "Farm" stuff and we are on a really tight agenda BUT who knows I'll say a wee prayer and hope we can maybe figure something out. I hope so.
OK time for the word list and then start packing cases.
Daughter No2 comes blasting into our bedroom yelling "Happy Fathers Day Daddy" at the top of her very well exercised lungs. Talk about a wake up call.
The response to her uncontrolled enthusiasm was a grunt from me ( I love it when its dads day and I don't have to prop myself up and try to wake up in 2 seconds flat) and a wake up, pop up from Daddy-daddles. Scooter Boy was hot on her heels spinning and squealing like a Tasmanian Devil but no daughter2 in sight.
N.B. Daughter2 shall henceforth be referred to as "The Child Iseult"
Note to self :- explain reasons for this anon.
Well ,you can't start doing the whole card and gift thing with an AWOL child, so I had to drag myself out of bed to resuscitate her. I do not use the term flippantly, that kid sleeps so deeply it's unreal.
We did the cards and gifts then all out for breakfast.
Scooter boy has started eating Pancakes for the fist time in his life.
That said, he's introduced around 15 different foods and drinks into his diet over the past couple of months. I think his body knows that after 12 years of fries, chicken tenders and cranberry juice it needs more if it's going to grow!
He's eating apples,grapes,cherries, pizza, bacon, pancakes,maple syrup, various flavours of yogurt, fruit roll ups, bananas, orange and apple juice and those wee capri sun drinks in all flavours!
It's fantastic! You have no idea how many times we've worked with Dietitians referred by the Doctors because I worry so much about his food intake or lack of it. Apparently it's just one of those "Autistic" things and not a whole lot you can do about it. It's the first time we have EVER gone out for breakfast and not had to order french fries at 9a.m. !
Yes there sure are a whole lot if Firsts happening here.
A little aside, just to keep the peace between the warring siblings, Daughter2 continues in GATE and is my little Arty Princess and The Child Iseult has once again qualified for Honors. Go Girls!
Where was I ? Oh yes, back home and had a wonderful day. The girls worked with Dad downloading new music onto their I-Pods for the flight this week. My buddy arrived and we got the Karaoke going, Scooter Boy singing and dancing his wee heart out. You know it's really interesting that the girls can belt out a fair tune whereas Scoot ( takes to long to type scooter boy) is pitch perfect and sings beautifully...happy to report we have also recently moved on from Teletubbies, Pooh and Noddy and are singing Proclaimers songs and anything Reagge.
The evening wore on and found us trying to master the "Cha-Cha Slide" The Sex Bomb was on his game and getting down with his bad self! This "dancing daddy" has to be seen to be believed.
Mr Whimmaway called and so had a chance to chat with him before our Scottish Tour takes off.
HG and Alien Outlaw joined us at the end of the night after the singing, dancing, exhausted children had retired for the evening. We continued with the music until even the adults were fading. Lovely day. Isn't that a wonderful word? Lovely. I think I'll start a favourite words list,hmm there's a thought, I'll do it now.
On a crappy note we don't think we are going to have time to hook up with " The Irish Connection" We have been emailing back and forth but looks like it's not going to happen. Podge and Rodge, as they shall be known...she's gonna kill me for that one! hehehehe inside joke and no I'm not explaining. don't think I could even begin to explain it actually, LOL here. Podge and Rodge are busy doing "Farm" stuff and we are on a really tight agenda BUT who knows I'll say a wee prayer and hope we can maybe figure something out. I hope so.
OK time for the word list and then start packing cases.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Fathers Day Alien Abduction
Yes, I know it's Sunday already and yes, I have been negligent. So shoot me!
Do Aliens exist? That was the question on every ones lips tonight. A variety of lips I might add, some sneering, some cynical, some pondering, some grinning, some ya just wanna kiss, I digress for which I make no apologies!
So, do Aliens exist?
I think both my teenage daughter and teenage horse might be from another universe, sure as hell ain't nothing close to normal and have kind of spooky eyes when ticked off.
The sex bomb insists that he was kidnapped and had weird things done to him and then was returned safe and sound, personally I think he's just recalling the night we conceived daughter No2 and prefers to liken it to an alien abduction...whatever.
All good here tonight in my quiet wee house. The kids are asleep, as is the sex bomb and the HG My best buddy just left, see you in the auld country next week sweetie! and our dear Alien Outlaw pal went home too.
It's lovely to sit in the quiet, noisy, house and know you are in a living, breathing, loving place where everyone has succumbed to sleep in the knowledge that all is safe and well. Where trust over-rides consciousness. I've got tons of useless drivell to share but will do it tomorrow. I am going to join my sleepy, contented "family" and drift away thinking about how wonderful Fathers Day was and how wonderful a Father my children have and how wonderful life is to have given him to us and how just bluddy wonderful he is. I love love love the guy... can you tell?
Sleep well my dears
Do Aliens exist? That was the question on every ones lips tonight. A variety of lips I might add, some sneering, some cynical, some pondering, some grinning, some ya just wanna kiss, I digress for which I make no apologies!
So, do Aliens exist?
I think both my teenage daughter and teenage horse might be from another universe, sure as hell ain't nothing close to normal and have kind of spooky eyes when ticked off.
The sex bomb insists that he was kidnapped and had weird things done to him and then was returned safe and sound, personally I think he's just recalling the night we conceived daughter No2 and prefers to liken it to an alien abduction...whatever.
All good here tonight in my quiet wee house. The kids are asleep, as is the sex bomb and the HG My best buddy just left, see you in the auld country next week sweetie! and our dear Alien Outlaw pal went home too.
It's lovely to sit in the quiet, noisy, house and know you are in a living, breathing, loving place where everyone has succumbed to sleep in the knowledge that all is safe and well. Where trust over-rides consciousness. I've got tons of useless drivell to share but will do it tomorrow. I am going to join my sleepy, contented "family" and drift away thinking about how wonderful Fathers Day was and how wonderful a Father my children have and how wonderful life is to have given him to us and how just bluddy wonderful he is. I love love love the guy... can you tell?
Sleep well my dears
Thursday, June 12, 2008
No surprises here!
Today is the last day of school for the daughters much to the disgust of scooter boy who doesn't break off until Tuesday.
Can't believe that they are finishing 7th and 3rd grades.
I think we need to start a college fund soon!
Of course if personal loans, (which we gave with the best of intentions and which have been outstanding for months and months) were to be paid back ,we could set up accounts for all 3 kids. Should have put the kids priorities first before we decided to become part of the fckin Peace Corps, huh ?
The benefit of hindsight, benefit? not a benefit when you don't learn from it. I have to say though that my learning curve is complete at last.
Something that took me forever to understand, well actually I still don't understand it but I know how to deal with it and am better at assessing the signs, is this:-
In my country if you loan someone a $ as soon as they have a $ they repay you.
Isn't that NORMAL?
Apparently not here. Here someone can come "begging" for $$$$$ and then decide that they don't have any obligation to return it!
If we were wealthy then we could probably write it off as a stupid mistake on our part, to be suckered in, but we're not wealthy and the sex bomb and I both work hard for every penny we have. It disgusts me. Absolutley disgusts. I have no time for it and would like to point out to all of you who work darn hard for what you have, to beware of leeches.
Leeches. How awful must it have been to be leeched by "sawbones" in days long gone?
( Although they still have their uses in modern medicine) So you go to the doctor with a headache and nausea, next thing you now your being leeched, purged, and told not to bathe for a year. Thank god for Kaiser that's all I can say.
According to the sex bomb the temperatures are heading for the 90's today so I'm off to work some horses before it gets too hot.
Forgot to say, Julia Child and her "Mastering the Art of French Cooking" volumes descended yesterday. The sex bomb had his nose stuck in them all evening so who knows what gastronomic delights he has in store for us this weekend!
Also forgot ( see! I'm fckin addlepated) the 3rd nominee, wow it's getting bad, how could I forget that?
3rd Nominee, for a solo performance in "Immodica Ira Creat Insaniam" this one comes with all the bells and whistles and is a stellar performance. Shows daily and is a must be seen to be believed act, well not an act actually LOL. Although a latecomer this month this nominee is sure to be a winner, if not now then in the very near future. Don't give up, you are doing a great job!
Can't believe that they are finishing 7th and 3rd grades.
I think we need to start a college fund soon!
Of course if personal loans, (which we gave with the best of intentions and which have been outstanding for months and months) were to be paid back ,we could set up accounts for all 3 kids. Should have put the kids priorities first before we decided to become part of the fckin Peace Corps, huh ?
The benefit of hindsight, benefit? not a benefit when you don't learn from it. I have to say though that my learning curve is complete at last.
Something that took me forever to understand, well actually I still don't understand it but I know how to deal with it and am better at assessing the signs, is this:-
In my country if you loan someone a $ as soon as they have a $ they repay you.
Isn't that NORMAL?
Apparently not here. Here someone can come "begging" for $$$$$ and then decide that they don't have any obligation to return it!
If we were wealthy then we could probably write it off as a stupid mistake on our part, to be suckered in, but we're not wealthy and the sex bomb and I both work hard for every penny we have. It disgusts me. Absolutley disgusts. I have no time for it and would like to point out to all of you who work darn hard for what you have, to beware of leeches.
Leeches. How awful must it have been to be leeched by "sawbones" in days long gone?
( Although they still have their uses in modern medicine) So you go to the doctor with a headache and nausea, next thing you now your being leeched, purged, and told not to bathe for a year. Thank god for Kaiser that's all I can say.
According to the sex bomb the temperatures are heading for the 90's today so I'm off to work some horses before it gets too hot.
Forgot to say, Julia Child and her "Mastering the Art of French Cooking" volumes descended yesterday. The sex bomb had his nose stuck in them all evening so who knows what gastronomic delights he has in store for us this weekend!
Also forgot ( see! I'm fckin addlepated) the 3rd nominee, wow it's getting bad, how could I forget that?
3rd Nominee, for a solo performance in "Immodica Ira Creat Insaniam" this one comes with all the bells and whistles and is a stellar performance. Shows daily and is a must be seen to be believed act, well not an act actually LOL. Although a latecomer this month this nominee is sure to be a winner, if not now then in the very near future. Don't give up, you are doing a great job!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Scottish Sunshine
Your favourite little engine is all out of steam. Favourite , yep darn spell thingy is at it AGAIN!
As I was typing, all out of steam today, my get up and go is gone. Need to find it though or there will be hell to pay, so much to do.
Just found out this morning that it's Fathers Day on Sunday. My best buddy had said that it was but between my discombobulated panic attacks and the lunatic in my brain constantly nagging
( gosh that girl can be one royal pain in the behind) I had totally forgotten.
Father's Day, pah, I don't have time to run around buying gifts and cards for the sex bomb. What do you buy the man who has everything anyway? Well the man who has enough to be getting along with for now at least. I need to think about it.
Mum was on the phone this morning, how Scottish is this... "Darlin, the weather is beautiful, clear blue skies and sunshine." "Woohoo"says I.
Switch on my computer, Google "weather in Fife"
Oh good golly, 59deg, 59 we are going to be FREEZING. Oh she also tells me that all the shops/stores have the nicest summer outfits for the kids. LOL I can just picture the three of them chittering in shorts and T's. So now I have to reassess our wardrobes and unpack the winter woolies from their hibernation bags.
Well that's Scotland for you, gets up to 65 and everyone's on the beach, hits 70 and it's a heat wave!
Thankfully the temperature only hits those kind of highs once or twice a year. I say thankfully because here's what happens:-
Everyone and I mean everyone, even the elderly, who you would think should know better, strips down and goes out in the sun for the day ( sometimes only half a day , it doesn't always last a full innings) without sunscreen.
Now you might ask yourself why would you do such a thing?
Simple, in a country which spends most of the year in partial darkness with almost constant rain, dampness, gray skies and a suicide rate higher than Seattle, when the sun comes out the whole populace goes Whacko.
They soak it up, drink it up, go to the beach, BBQ, run around wearing practically nothing, inflate paddling pools, eat ice-cream and even put their beer in the fridge! No time for sunscreen. No-one owns a bottle of the stuff and who in their right mind would take 10 or 15minutes, out of the sun, go to a store and spend money on something that you may not need again for a whole year?
Exactly!
The following days though, oh my,oh my. It's not a pretty sight.
We are a fair skinned, red headed race and just like the sex bomb, we burn.
You have never in your life witnessed so many people with scarlet faces greased up with after sun ( had to go buy that! raining again and it hurts!) all walking around like Robots screaming "don't touch me"
It's sad, mental but true. This from the race who brought you, the Telephone, TV, Penicillin, Microwave Ovens, the Kelvin Scale, Latent Heat, Anaesthetics, The Steam Engine, Refrigerators, Fax machines, Peter Pan, Golf...the list is endless. Give them one hot day and their brains melt!
Aye it's a grand thing to be a Scot.
As I was typing, all out of steam today, my get up and go is gone. Need to find it though or there will be hell to pay, so much to do.
Just found out this morning that it's Fathers Day on Sunday. My best buddy had said that it was but between my discombobulated panic attacks and the lunatic in my brain constantly nagging
( gosh that girl can be one royal pain in the behind) I had totally forgotten.
Father's Day, pah, I don't have time to run around buying gifts and cards for the sex bomb. What do you buy the man who has everything anyway? Well the man who has enough to be getting along with for now at least. I need to think about it.
Mum was on the phone this morning, how Scottish is this... "Darlin, the weather is beautiful, clear blue skies and sunshine." "Woohoo"says I.
Switch on my computer, Google "weather in Fife"
Oh good golly, 59deg, 59 we are going to be FREEZING. Oh she also tells me that all the shops/stores have the nicest summer outfits for the kids. LOL I can just picture the three of them chittering in shorts and T's. So now I have to reassess our wardrobes and unpack the winter woolies from their hibernation bags.
Well that's Scotland for you, gets up to 65 and everyone's on the beach, hits 70 and it's a heat wave!
Thankfully the temperature only hits those kind of highs once or twice a year. I say thankfully because here's what happens:-
Everyone and I mean everyone, even the elderly, who you would think should know better, strips down and goes out in the sun for the day ( sometimes only half a day , it doesn't always last a full innings) without sunscreen.
Now you might ask yourself why would you do such a thing?
Simple, in a country which spends most of the year in partial darkness with almost constant rain, dampness, gray skies and a suicide rate higher than Seattle, when the sun comes out the whole populace goes Whacko.
They soak it up, drink it up, go to the beach, BBQ, run around wearing practically nothing, inflate paddling pools, eat ice-cream and even put their beer in the fridge! No time for sunscreen. No-one owns a bottle of the stuff and who in their right mind would take 10 or 15minutes, out of the sun, go to a store and spend money on something that you may not need again for a whole year?
Exactly!
The following days though, oh my,oh my. It's not a pretty sight.
We are a fair skinned, red headed race and just like the sex bomb, we burn.
You have never in your life witnessed so many people with scarlet faces greased up with after sun ( had to go buy that! raining again and it hurts!) all walking around like Robots screaming "don't touch me"
It's sad, mental but true. This from the race who brought you, the Telephone, TV, Penicillin, Microwave Ovens, the Kelvin Scale, Latent Heat, Anaesthetics, The Steam Engine, Refrigerators, Fax machines, Peter Pan, Golf...the list is endless. Give them one hot day and their brains melt!
Aye it's a grand thing to be a Scot.
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