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Supertunia® Picasso in Purple®
Petunia hybrid.
This unique Supertunia® features bicolor purple flowers with mint green edges on beautifully mounded to trailing plants. It mixes well with many other colors in combination containers, hanging baskets, and your sunny landscape. Picasso in Purple™ is a strong grower and blooms all season without deadheading.Picasso Supertunias Standing out from the crowd with their artistically painted blooms is what Picasso Supertunias do best. Their novel flowers have tremendous impulse appeal and their performance matches the high standards set for all Supertunia® varieties.
Continuous Bloom or Rebloomer
Long Blooming
Heat Tolerant
Deadheading Not Necessary
Attracts:
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Construit avec des matériaux provenant de l'abbaye, le moulin date de 1731. Il remplace un moulin bois et se situe sur des vestiges de fortifications. Le moulin fonctionna jusqu'en 1930, il perdit deux ailes dans une tempête sept ans plus tard. Il ne fut réutilisé qu'en 1940 mais comme observatoire par l'armée allemande. C'est dans son état d'après-guerre qu'il fut acquis par commune de Watten en 1985. Inscrit à l'inventaire supplémentaire des Monuments historiques, il a été entièrement restauré grâce à la collaboration entre la Commune de Watten, l'Association régionale des amis des moulins et l'Association des amis du vieux Watten et de sa région. La tour en pierre et brique reçut une nouvelle toiture en octobre 1987 et des ailes un an plus tard. En 1994, un nouveau mécanisme fut installé et le moulin peut à nouveau moudre le grain en tournant au gré des vents de Flandre d'Artois.
DHC-8-100/200
Details
Country of Origin
Canada
Type
Turboprop regional airliner
History
Bombardier's de Havilland Dash 8 has proven to be a popular player in the regional turboprop airliner market. De Havilland Canada began development of the Dash 8 in the late 1970s in response to what it saw as a considerable market demand for a new generation 30 to 40 seat commuter airliner. The first flight of the first of two preproduction aircraft was on June 20 1983, while Canadian certification was awarded on September 28 1984. The first customer delivery was to norOntair of Canada on October 23 1984. Like the Dash 7, the Dash 8 features a high mounted wing and Ttail, and has an advanced flight control system and large full length trailing edge flaps. Power meanwhile is supplied by two Pratt & Whitney Canada PW120 series (originally designated PT7A) turboprops. Initial Dash 8 production was of the Series 100, which was followed by the Series 100A in 1990. The 100A introduced a revised interior with extra headroom and PW120A turboprops. The Series 100B was offered from 1992 with more powerful PW121s for better climb and airfield performance. Production since switched to the improved performance Dash 8-200. Announced in 1992 and delivered from April 1995 the -200 features more powerful PW123C engines which give a 56km/h (30kt) increase in cruising speed, as well as greater commonality with the stretched Dash 8300. The 200B derivative has PW123Bs for better hot and high performance. From the second quarter of 1996 all Dash 8s delivered have been fitted with a computer controlled noise and vibration suppression system (or NVS). To reflect this the designation was changed to Dash 8Q (Q for `quiet'). In 1998 that was changed again to Dash 8 Q200 when a new interior was introduced.
Powerplants
100 - Two 1490kW (2000shp) Pratt & Whitney Canada PW120A turboprops driving four blade constant speed Hamilton Standard propellers. 100B - Two 1605kW (2150shp) PW121As. 200 - Two 1605kW (2150shp) PW123Cs in 200A, or two PW123Ds in 200B.
Performance
100A - Max cruising speed 490km/h (265kt), long range cruising speed 440km/h (237kt). Initial rate of climb 1560ft/min. Range with full passenger load, fuel and reserves 1520km (820nm), range with a 2720kg (6000lb) payload 2040km (1100nm). 100B - Same except max cruising speed of 500km/h (270kt). 200A & 200B - Same except max cruising speed 546km/h (295kt). Initial rate of climb 1475ft/min. Range with 37 passengers 1795km (970nm).
Weights
100A - Operating empty 10,250kg (22,600lb), max takeoff 15,650kg (34,500lb). 100B - Operating empty 10,273kg (22,648lb), max takeoff 16,465kg (36,300lb). 200A & 200B - Operating empty 10,434kg (23,004lb), max takeoff 16,465kg (36,300lb).
Dimensions
Wing span 25.91m (85ft 0in), length 22.25m (73ft 0in), height 7.49m (24ft 7in). Wing area 54.4m2 (585.0sq ft).
Capacity
Flightcrew of two. Typical passenger seating for 37 at four abreast and 79cm (31in) pitch, max seating for 40.
Production
347 Dash 8-100s/-200s in service or on order at late 1998.
Source: www.airliners.net/aircraft-data/de-havilland-canada-dhc-8...
En provenance de Dijon, le convoi CMR 465503 approche de son terminus, à savoir Sotteville. Le convoi est aperçu lors de son passage dans la petite commune d'Ecaquelon (27).
Chapiteau de pile colonnettes engagées provenant du parloir de l'abbaye de Saint-Germain-des-Prés. (Seconde moitié du XIII° siècle)
Capital of engaged columns from the parlour of the abbey of Saint-Germain-des-Prés. (Second half of the 13th century)
Hi Friends. Thank you for taking the time to read this. I've been less present than I like to be on this site. This site has proven to be an incredible community to me that has lifted me out of some dark times and encouraged me to pursue my dreams.
I've opened a fine art gallery in my hometown of Youngstown Ohio. I'm sitting here writing this in the Soap Gallery while jamming to a jazz record. Art is a strange thing as we all know and extremely subjective, but I feel passionate enough about to take a chance on it in a community that needs as much art and culture as possible.
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I took this shot yesterday with my good friend Neal (a fellow flickrite) who is from Ireland and visited Youngstown. The best man in my wedding joined us who I also met through flickr. Maybe you can relate? Community is a strange thing for sure but although it's changed in this medium, it still exists.
Point being, that the blank canvas can now be this gallery in downtown Youngstown and the art can literally be from you. We are in the beginning stages of developing a flickr friends show at the gallery sometime next year. If this is something you'd like to be a part of, please message me and I will keep you in the loop as far as logistics go. Thanks again for reading. Happy monday! :-)
-Stephen
2013 has proven to be my most productive and accomplished year so far for my photography, and I greatly appreciate all the support and encouragement you've generously given on this page. I hope all of you have had a good 2013, and wish you all a happy, healthy and prosperous 2014. Happy New Year!
En provenance de Vittel cette rame d'eau, après avoir changé de mode de traction à Merrey, se dirige vers le Nord entre Bourmont et St Thiébault
Provenant des grottes aux mille bouddhas de Kizil réalisées au IIIème siècle et dénuées de toute influence chinoise.
La famille Van Merris a construit le château De Lovie, de style néo-classique, en 1856. Après avoir servi de sanatorium (1929/60), le domaine accueille depuis 1960 des garçons handicapés. Le bâtiment principal est actuellement en cours de rénovation.
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Built in 1856 by the Van merris family, the castle has been used as a sanatorium for 30 years. It is now taking in young handicaped boys.
"Un excellent travail! Grande couleur et belle présentation .... Fascinantes branches couvrant la villa / château." (SILVANO / www.flickr.com/photos/kanekorso/)
"Très belle composition... Jolie tonalité... :o) (Piero BOSCO / www.flickr.com/photos/pierogb/)
En provenance de Chicago et à destination de la Gare Centrale de Montréal, le train Business du CN transporte des membres officiels de l'administration de la compagnie pour une réunion au siège social. Le train s'apprête ici à franchir le passage à niveau de la Rue De Courcelles.
Coming from Chicago and bound for Montreal Central Station, CN Business train transports official members of the company's administration for a meeting at the head office. The train is preparing to pass the Rue De Courcelles level crossing.
Voici une nouvelle desserte en provenance des carrières de Voutré et à destination du Port de Gennevilliers effectuée par Captrain.
Le 24.05.2024 à 21h47 la E4001-3982 est en tête du 60218 Valenton 20h40 > Gennevilliers Port 23h30 au Val d'Argenteuil.
So far, Daisy has proven fairly adept at avoiding Nevin's sharp little claws, and has only lost a couple of pairs of nylons to our sneaky little newcomer. And unless she's going out later, I usually just let her keep them on when the inevitable happens. I'll even let her wear a damaged pair a second day sometimes. There are just some concessions you have to make when you've got a mischievous little fur ball like him to contend with. 😜
By the way, you may notice Daisy's new shoes. While she was at the store, a delivery from Amazon arrived....and I wasted no time in getting her to model them for us. 😋
Bès (dieu de la santé et de la magie) combattant
Fabrication et provenance Alexandrie
Epoque romaine impériale
Full Name: Heidi Klum
Nationality: German
"Part supermodel, part reality show diva, Heidi Klum has proven she's more than a pretty face. Now she accepted a new challenge in her life who is working with Barbie, her longtime friend."
Mattel: Barbie Doll as Heidi Klum 2009
Canon Eos 4OD + 50mm 1.8
Flash sigma 500 DG SUPER avec boite à lumière + Flash YN 460 sur le fonds
lumière naturelle provenant d'une fenêtre
traitement lightroom
Les BB 63228 et la 4504 entrent en gare de Culmont Chalindrey en tête d'une lourde rame en provenance de Gray. Mai 1991
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Statue funéraire en calcaire polychrome provenant d'Egype réalisée vers 2350 avant J-C, photographiée en 2013 dans la Galerie du Temps du Louvre-Lens (France).
En provenance de l'Italie et du Valais, la rame "Rheingold" avec la BR 101 001, qui a pris le relais d'une Re 6-6 en gare de Bâle, en tête se dirige vers le nord de l' Allemagne. .
avec ses deux colonnes provenant du forum
L´église de Saint Donat est un bâtiment rond énorme qui date du IXème siècle, construit en style pré romain, c´est le plus grand édifice de cette époque que l´on trouve dans toute la Dalmatie. Il a une rotonde avec un dôme massif, et se trouve juste à coté du forum romain de la ville. C´est impressionnant de voir la robustesse de l´église, toujours debout malgré les guerres, les invasions …
C´est l´un des meilleurs exemples d´architecture byzantine de la région. Au début, elle s´appelait l´église de la Sainte Trinité, mais son nom a été changé en honneur de l´archevêque de la ville de Zadar, Donat. Donat était l´ambassadeur de Charlemagne pour la région. Son corps était enterré en dessous de l´église, mais les français l´ont déplacé au XIXème siècle, quand ils occupèrent la ville.
L´église a été construite sur des parties du forum romain et intègre ces parties à sa structure. Deux piliers utilisés pour la construire et plusieurs blocs de pierre proviennent directement du forum.
En provenance de St Germain des fossés,un train composé d'une tranche de wagons remplis de Fledspath extraits à Lavaufrance pour Modène(Italie),et une tranche de citernes des usines Adisséo de Commentry,se rends au triage Lyonnais de Sibelin.
En provenance de Modène(Italie),et en passant par Modane,le train de Feldspath(minerai),retourne à Lavaufranche.Un relais machine à Sibelin dans la banlieue sud de Lyon,permettra de remplacer la BB36300 par un diesel BB75400.Ce dernier,terminera le trajet avec la rame pour Lavaufranche(Creuse),afin de refaire le plein de minerais,directement à la carrière d'extraction.
A noter,qu'en 2016,la rame était constituée de wagons non fermés,sur lesquels sont apposés des autocollants spécifiques à cette relation.
Here it's proven yet again that Mr. Pink's criminal associates are extremely loyal to him and will do everything to keep him in power...
Rockstar pulls his punches and reluctantly fights (Ben's ex-wife) Madam Havoc but eventually manages to defeat her.
Fearing what would happen to her daughter Nina, she tells Rockstar to find Mr. Pink in Asia Town...
Rockstar tells Madam Havoc that it pains him to do this as he cuffs her to a signpost but he promises her that one way or another he will set things right and restore everything how it was.
Madam Havoc screams at him that she will get her revenge...
Rockstar is hurt by these words even though she isn't the friend he remembers from his own reality but he also knows that this version is a criminal and has to be brought to justice.
He leaves her and heads to the underground subway station...
Churlish Stories for Curious Children
An American in Gladstone
“Innocence abroad “
Acte 1
I stopped in my tracks…not believing my ears as they picked up on a conversation a couple was having at a nearby table.
I asked myself…
“Americans, here, at Gladstone?”
^^^^^^^^^^
Gladstone's Library was having its annual New Year’s Eve affair at a nearby venue.
I made it a habit to attend, for the library is a most interesting place for a visit and the annual affair has proven to be a viable source for me to ply my trade as it attracts the wealthier patrons amongst its guestbook, priggish ones who don’t mind showing off the bling.
So at this year's affair, I was dressed in nearly my best(a tight dress of green silk ) with my only jewellery being a gold pin on one shoulder shaped like a fox’s head with diamonds for eyes. It’s my good luck piece.
I was busy prowling the venue when I overheard the American couple speaking while sitting at the table I was passing.
Now on this island I call home, we have many dialects of our language. So one would think that a foreign dialect would not be too noticeable.
Professor Higgins may agree with that, or not. He definitely would be game in having an argument one way or another.
But there is one dialect that I find terribly interesting, especially how it stands out when heard in passing. And that is a Yanks’ accent from across the pond.
Heard so infrequently by me that it always makes me stop in my tracks to listen.
Which is what was happening now.
For this couple at the table I was passing were decidedly Americans. Chattering happily amongst themselves, unawares probably of how their words sounded upon our ears. Or at least my Welsh-born ones.
The dark-haired male with a mustache was wearing a black suit, no vest, blue silk shirt, and tie. He wore a fancy silver watch with a black face on his left wrist.
If it were not for the accent I would say he looked German.
The fair-haired lady he was with, his wife, was dressed in a pretty dress, deep blue like her husband's shirt, with silver Jewelry, a necklace, earrings, and a shiny bracelet.
Neither appeared wealthy, their bling was of an ordinary type, nice, but not expensive or presumptuous.
I listened for a bit to their absorbing talk. Catching their first names, or his anyways (George), for she was just being called honey. Of course, her name could be Honey, like Ian Flemings's Honeychile Rider, right?
I liked that thought and felt happy that I had happened across them. But then left before I was noticed.
For I have bigger fish to fry this evening.
And those fish, once found, would be wearing presumptuous jewels, the expensively presumptuous type.
It did not take long to find one. At these events it never does.
So soon I was instinctively following behind a most interesting prospect(s)
A happy family it was, a rather happily rich family.
As they got in line at the snack tables I stood off to one side and took a careful study.
Muscular Father was in a tux that looked a half size too small. He appeared to be a dominating specimen. But one could see in his eyes he was a pussycat. I would imagine the wealth of family was on his side, all of it inherited, passed down by at least 4 generations in my opinion.
The mum was very elegant in a long flowy white silk dress with a red and green flowery print. She was wearing her gleaming set of expensive pearls. A gold ring with a vulgarly large diamond on her pinkie finger denoted wealth. As did her demeanor. I pictured myself wearing that ring, and mulled over if I could skillfully lift it from her finger this night.
Now the third member was a younger version of the ring lady, who was standing next to her in the snack line. Her daughter no doubt, and She was enticingly wearing a very sleek, slick brown satin fully off-shoulder number that nicely outlined her petite figure as it poured along it down to her silver high heels.
Her Jewels were a sparkling collection that consisted of a wide V-shaped necklace that looked like a falling river of diamonds, amazingly sparkling chandelier earnings, and a very pretty diamond bracelet, along with several enticing rings.
But the real showpiece was the eye-grabbing broach she had pinned to the gown just at her cleavage. It had a sparrow egg-sized diamond at its centre.
It was quite unusual to see a wealthy child wearing better sparklers than her mother, but I didn’t waste time on whys. Just concerned myself with what was.
I decided then and there that my next burglary would be the place mother and daughter kept those delicious jewels.
And I had several tried and true methods to find out just where those jewels would be spending the night. A couple of my favorites would involve me lifting a piece of one of the two ladies' jewels.
I flipped heads or tails in my mind. With the broach winning over the ring.
I then went into full stalk mode. Appearing to be enjoying the affair, but keeping an eye out of the corner on the daughter. For she was the now key to my whole plan.
During the next few hours, I did my due vigilance on the family. Looking for the telltale signs that either made them desirable marks or ones should I should leave alone
One of my first tests is to do a preliminary bump, with no lifting. That bit comes later.
I will actually brush up against my marks and gauge how they react as I please myself by coping with a feel.
I did this for both women as I caught them off alone. Not feeling up their pretty gowns but observing their reactions. Neither appeared guarded, purses not checked nervously, that sort of thing. Open and friendly to strangers they both were. Which meant they passed my first test.
Even the father was charming and accepted my apologies as gracious as his two ladies when I “tripped” up against him. (By the way. The bloke kept his wallet in his pants, just an observation)
Satisfied I had made the right choice I went into a deeper study, watching with interest how they were interacting with others and amongst themselves.
The band playing that evening was alternating between slow standards and a more lively fast pace that attracted the younger crowd. The lights were dimmed and a disco ball showered the floor with strobing light for the faster songs.
The parents were up for the slowest songs while the daughter watched the table with their drinks and purses.
The faster dances they switched places.
I also spied with my little eye that the daughter was dancing with her girlfriends. No males appeared on the scene. And her girlfriends after dancing always split up to be with their families.
I watched with increasing desire the daughter's jewels flickering on the dance floor. Especially the glimpses I caught of the enticing broach that was falling out with a sparkling voice, from its position just below her perky breasts. Which I noticed, the plumping, tight gown outlined, breasts that is, the rich girl just loved to press up against her dance partners.
I bided my time ( not easily) until very late in the evening. All three members of my targeted family were freely drinking. And becoming nicely inebriated as the evening wore on.
Soon the time was ripe for the plucking of a broach from a scintillatingly lovely brown satin gown.
The fast music started, the strobe light came on, and I went in and joined the swooningnly sweating throng.
I had started on the far side of the dance floor and began making my way toward my targeted female.
I had her in sight when I was pulled, literally, into a group of three, grabbed in passing by a young lady(Michelle) wearing yellow chiffon with ropes of real pearls. She held onto me as we danced to the fast beats of the bass-heavy music.
Then I was snatched away by a single male member of the group. The third is a young lady winningly wearing a black taffeta a-line gown with diamonds twinkling.
The male was a trashed, sweaty specimen with red hair wearing a tweed suit that was scratchy as he danced close to me. He was wearing a gold Rolex which caught my eye and then caught up in my fingers as I slipped it off his wrist.
I was also eying up the diamond-wearing blonde in black taffeta from over his shoulder as she danced with the girl who had snagged me into their group. I studied intensely her diamond jewellery dripping and swaying quite deliciously against her ultra-shiny black gown.
I maneuvered him over(Fred was his name) to the two girls and passed him off to yellow chiffon, while I embraced black satin, Cecelia was this wealthy pup's name.
She was very pretty, and like her companions, drunk as a skunk.
I told her how gorgeous she was while my hands held her close to me as my fingers caressed her sleek gown. My hands slipped up along her divine figure as we danced in motion to the fast tempo.
I ran my fingers up into her long silky blonde curls, lifting her hair, I had a clearer view of Cecelia’s lovely long diamond earrings that were just dangling there on sweaty earlobes, which made it child’s play to lift them and out as I raised her hair.
She smiled at my praise as I let her hair back down and I hugged her, wrapping my hands around her scintillating gowned waist, my clenched fists holding tightly onto her earrings as I pressed her hot fiery little figure against mine.
She hugged back and I turned her around and pushed her back in between her two companions.
Pocketing the shimmery earrings, I danced off, locating the daughter just as the song ended.
So I then waited until the second song was being played as the daughter was still up on the dance floor I maneuvered my way until I was directly behind her. She was dancing close to one of her friends, brushing against her then pulled back laughing. It was a routine I had been watching her do all evening and I was ready.
As she pulled back I bumped into her, my hands grasping onto her breasts, tightly outlined by the satin gown. Double pleasures there, for both of us I could tell.
I apologized in her ear, those earrings she wore dangling down delightfully, as my fingers also went down and swiftly located her broach. Then I lifted it, my fingers prying open the clasp and I pulled the flash jewel off as she was turning around.
“No worries luv…” she said as we danced together in rhythm to the music. I held my hands (still holding her broach) behind my back.
Then I’ll be damn if her girlfriend didn’t come up behind her and copy the same stunt as I had.
I left the happily groping group as soon as the daughter turned her back to me to face her friends.
Then I sat at my table, waited, and watched, with bated breath.
The daughter finally came back to the table and rejoined her parents. No one noticed anything was amiss.
Then after a long, very long, 15-minute break, the band started back up, playing slow dance music.
I watched the parents rise and head to the dance floor. Leaving the daughter quite alone, and susceptible.
“I’m on stage.”
I thought as I stood up and zoomed right up to the daughter like I had something important to say.
Which I did….
She looked up at me with doe-eyed wonder as I placed a hand on her softshoulder.
“Pardon me miss. Remember me. I bumped into you on the dance floor. Well, I had admired your broach earlier.
She looks down discovering it's gone, her eyes opening wide in shock. They looked up questioning into my face.
I love it when I can see a victim do that.
“It’s for that moment of dawning comprehension that is one of the little things in life I live for.”
I quickly explained:
“I saw one being turned into the security office upstairs by some Americans who found it. I thought it might be yours. That’s why I came over. “
Seeing her hesitation as she looked at her mother’s purse.
“I’ll watch over your table luv if you want to go see. I know I couldn’t wait if mine had been lost!”
I said this stroking the gold fox headpin I was wearing.
She fell for it, hook, line, and Broachless figure.
“Thank you .”
She worriedly lifted her gown and scurried off. I watched her leave… such a pretty dress she was wearing.
Now, The security room is actually located in the basement, so I bought myself some time.
I sit and casually begin to have a look through their purses.
From the daughter’s purse I pull out a card from her wallet that listed her address, along with a fancy key. Her wallet contained about £50, which I pulled out and pocketed.
Inside her mums' purse, I find a fatter wallet. £325 which I also pocketed. Also, a solid gold compact which I placed inside my purse. What I did not find was a hotel key. Which must mean they lived locally. Which could be either a good thing or a bad thing.
The father had his suit jacket on a chair. I went over and making sure no one was watching, riffled through his pockets. No wallet, which I knew, but I found something better.
Three hatcheck claim tickets. I quickly smelled them. One of them smelled very strongly of expensive perfume which I hoped meant they had been handled by one of the ladies as she turned in her wrap. I kept this one and stowed it away.
Then I rise and left, planning on beating them home to scout out the area. I didn’t need to count down the new year to know it was already starting out to be wickedly brilliant.
But on my way out, I see the American wife in the snack lime...
Decide to myself that I would like some American souvenirs from these “innocents Abroad.”
As I walk past her, I suddenly stop and go right up to her.
“E’llo you're an American, that’s lovely.”
As I say that I lift her hand, my other patting her bracelet-bearing wrist in greeting.
She stammers taken by surprise
“Yes, my name is Martha King. What is yours?”
Which is what I needed, surprise. I was wiping my hand along her wrist reaching her bracelet which I clasped my fingers around.
I gave her the made-up name I had been using this evening.
“ Cheers then, my name is Cadence, and it’s a pleasure meeting you. That’s quite a lovely dress your wearing. Did you buy it here?”
Rapid series of questions keeps the mark confused and distracted.
As she answered I thought Martha is it, not Honey. I eyeballed the rest of the jewellery she was wearing.
A silver-hinged locket with an M engraved upon it. Engraved around the ‘M’ was a floral vine, and below the ‘M’ was a flower made of ruby chips. The locket was oval-shaped on a link chain that hung just above her breasts. Her earrings were slightly smaller than the locket but had the same floral design and ruby flower, no letter M however.
I pried my eyes off her locket and looked into hers as she was answering my question.
“No, this dress is one I brought from home. I was worried it might not be fancy enough for here.
With my free hand, I stoked it along her dress as I sigh, my hands still holding her wrist up, covering her bracelet as my fingers snapped it open.
“I thought so, we don’t have dresses quite that lovely here.”
“But yours is…”
She started to say, then looked up
At that point, I see relief in her eyes as she stopped in mid-sentence, then said ..”
“Here comes my husband George. He is American also.”
As we both look behind me, I was busy taking advantage of the distraction, lifting off from her wrist the shiny silver bracelet. Pocketing it as the man came up to us.
I was introduced and saw he was an amiable sort of chap. As I like to imagine most Americans are, not that I’ve met more than a couple of others.
We talked for a few minutes as they told me where they were from, and about their kids. The usual.
But I needed to be on my way without appearing to be.
The band was still playing slow songs so I tried to break away by saying.
“I would imagine you two would like to get onto the dance floor? Please don’t let me hold you back…”
The wife apologized to me that she was a wee bit tired and wanted to sit.
Great I thought, then she added something that blindsided me.
As she looked at her husband standing there sheepishly…
“I know my husband would like to though, dance I mean. Maybe he would like to…honey ?”
I caught myself.
“You would not mind then if I steal him for a dance then luv?”
“Please do. My George is the dancer in the family. The poor dear wears me out.”
I heard a wholesome laugh from George.
“You two ladies do realize I’m right here listening? And yes I would consider it a privilege to have a dance with you, Cadence.”
He takes up my hand and we go to the crowded floor. The lights are still dim. But there is no strobe.
He takes me into his arms and I allow him to lead me to the music. We swirl around the other guests. I tell him a little about me, my twin brother, the small cottage we grew up in, and the nearby ancient university-owned cemetery we played in(though I did not go into the detail the games we played centered around pickpockets). He told me a bit about himself. Scouts, camping, decorating for Halloween. Also how Martha and he were here as an anniversary treat.
I find that George is a very pleasant dance partner So it was with a bit of guilt that as he was looking over towards Martha, I ran my hand caressing his wrist, then without remorse, I lifted off his fancy silver watch with the black face.
“Just couldn’t help myself, now could I?”
The song was ending and I was getting ready to release George back to his table when I spied the broachless Daughter walking along the outside of the dance floor.
Quickly I looked up into George’s face with a pleading look that he had no clue over why.”
“That was lovely. Can we do one more?”
George shook his head, yes and we held firm our position.
The music started again, and I pulled his arm around my waist making him hold me closer. Over his shoulder, I watched as the Daughter disappeared out of sight. She looked very perplexed, but not alarmed.
Sighing I placed my hands on his sides. I felt something hard in his side jacket pocket. Without thought, I reached inside and wrapped my fingers around a small, but heavy lighter. Without looking at it, I pulled it from his pocket and put it inside one of mine. I could feel George’s heart thumping, so I knew he was not finding it unpleasant to dance with me. My own was beating fast, over the daughter, and the recent lifts I had made off of George King.
As the last notes of the second song drifted away, we broke apart
I walk with George back to his waiting wife Martha at the table.
The wife smiles.
“Thought you were stealing him”
He chuckles.
“I convinced her not to.”
We all laugh.
They offered for me to sit and join them for a drink.
I lied.
“Love to, but I have to track down my errant niece.”
George pats me on the back saying lovely to have met you and thanks for the dance, then takes his leave to go get more drinks for his wife and himself.
Martha who had stood up as we came to the table, leans in and gives me a warm caring hug…
“I also think it was lovely meeting you tonight Cadence, you are a very nice young lady.”
Now I hadn't planned on taking her locket, but my thief instincts kick in and I found myself reaching up and undoing the clasp of the necklace and slipping it off her pretty neck before the end of the hug.
While slyly pocketing her pendant and chain, I replied:
“Why thank you, Martha, it was brilliant meeting you and George also, and luv, I hope you will enjoy the rest of your stay here.”
Then I take my leave.
“Indeed Charming to meet both of you.”
I leave her as she sits down to wait on George and their drinks.
I made a direct beeline to the coat check.
Quickly I thrust to the cloak check girl my slip. She comes back with a luxurious red sable jacket.
The cloak check girl complimented me:
“That’s pretty miss.”
“Indeed it is. “
I agree as I slip it on and leave Walking boldly past the lone guard at the security desk.
I make it to the exit without a backside glance. No one challenged me as I opened it and walked outside into the cool evening.
I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. My breath sends up vapors in the cool night air. I wanted so very badly to lite a victory cigarette but was too far into my game to take the time just yet.
So I scurried off into the night, along the nearly deserted blocks, formulating the next steps in my plan.
To be continued …
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La gare de La Rochelle-Ville est une gare ferroviaire, située sur le territoire de la commune de La Rochelle, dans le département de la Charente-Maritime, en région Nouvelle-Aquitaine.
Elle fait partie de la ligne de Nantes-Orléans à Saintes et est le terminus de la ligne en provenance de Saint-Benoît (gare située près de Poitiers et qui permet les liaisons avec Paris) ainsi que l'origine de la ligne de La Rochelle-Ville à La Rochelle-Pallice qui dessert le grand port maritime de La Rochelle.
Gare de la Société nationale des chemins de fer français (SNCF), elle permet des liaisons TGV quotidiennes vers Paris, Poitiers et Tours, et des liaisons Intercités vers Bordeaux et Nantes. La ligne TGV, inaugurée en 1993, met La Rochelle à trois heures de Paris, puis 2h30 en 2017 grâce à la nouvelle LGV Sud Europe Atlantique.
La gare, richement décorée, rappelle l'architecture de La Rochelle, et notamment celle de la Grosse Horloge. Le hall des voyageurs est orné de grandes mosaïques, tandis que les parements sont en pierre. Sa façade est décorée de nombreuses gravures s'inspirant de la faune marine. Les quais sont intégralement couverts par une grande verrière
La tour, les façades et toitures, le hall et ses mosaïques sont inscrits au titre des monuments historiques par arrêté du 27 avril 1984
Churlish Stories for Curious Children L
An American in Gladstone
“Innocence abroad “
Acte 1
I stopped in my tracks…not believing my ears as they picked up on a conversation a couple was having at a nearby table.
I asked myself…
“Americans, here, at Gladstone?”
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Gladstone's Library was having its annual New Year’s Eve affair at a nearby venue.
I made it a habit to attend, for the library is a most interesting place for a visit and the annual affair has proven to be a viable source for me to ply my trade as it attracts the wealthier patrons amongst its guestbook, priggish ones who don’t mind showing off the bling.
So at this year's affair, I was dressed in nearly my best(a tight dress of green silk ) with my only jewellery being a gold pin on one shoulder shaped like a fox’s head with diamonds for eyes. It’s my good luck piece.
I was busy prowling the venue when I overheard the American couple speaking while sitting at the table I was passing.
Now on this island I call home, we have many dialects of our language. So one would think that a foreign dialect would not be too noticeable.
Professor Higgins may agree with that, or not. He definitely would be game in having an argument one way or another.
But there is one dialect that I find terribly interesting, especially how it stands out when heard in passing. And that is a Yanks’ accent from across the pond.
Heard so infrequently by me that it always makes me stop in my tracks to listen.
Which is what was happening now.
For this couple at the table I was passing were decidedly Americans. Chattering happily amongst themselves, unawares probably of how their words sounded upon our ears. Or at least my Welsh-born ones.
The dark-haired male with a mustache was wearing a black suit, no vest, blue silk shirt, and tie. He wore a fancy silver watch with a black face on his left wrist.
If it were not for the accent I would say he looked German.
The fair-haired lady he was with, his wife, was dressed in a pretty dress, deep blue like her husband's shirt, with silver Jewelry, a necklace, earrings, and a shiny bracelet.
Neither appeared wealthy, their bling was of an ordinary type, nice, but not expensive or presumptuous.
I listened for a bit to their absorbing talk. Catching their first names, or his anyways (George), for she was just being called honey. Of course, her name could be Honey, like Ian Flemings's Honeychile Rider, right?
I liked that thought and felt happy that I had happened across them. But then left before I was noticed.
For I have bigger fish to fry this evening.
And those fish, once found, would be wearing presumptuous jewels, the expensively presumptuous type.
It did not take long to find one. At these events it never does.
So soon I was instinctively following behind a most interesting prospect(s)
A happy family it was, a rather happily rich family.
As they got in line at the snack tables I stood off to one side and took a careful study.
Muscular Father was in a tux that looked a half size too small. He appeared to be a dominating specimen. But one could see in his eyes he was a pussycat. I would imagine the wealth of family was on his side, all of it inherited, passed down by at least 4 generations in my opinion.
The mum was very elegant in a long flowy white silk dress with a red and green flowery print. She was wearing her gleaming set of expensive pearls. A gold ring with a vulgarly large diamond on her pinkie finger denoted wealth. As did her demeanor. I pictured myself wearing that ring, and mulled over if I could skillfully lift it from her finger this night.
Now the third member was a younger version of the ring lady, who was standing next to her in the snack line. Her daughter no doubt, and She was enticingly wearing a very sleek, slick brown satin fully off-shoulder number that nicely outlined her petite figure as it poured along it down to her silver high heels.
Her Jewels were a sparkling collection that consisted of a wide V-shaped necklace that looked like a falling river of diamonds, amazingly sparkling chandelier earnings, and a very pretty diamond bracelet, along with several enticing rings.
But the real showpiece was the eye-grabbing broach she had pinned to the gown just at her cleavage. It had a sparrow egg-sized diamond at its centre.
It was quite unusual to see a wealthy child wearing better sparklers than her mother, but I didn’t waste time on whys. Just concerned myself with what was.
I decided then and there that my next burglary would be the place mother and daughter kept those delicious jewels.
And I had several tried and true methods to find out just where those jewels would be spending the night. A couple of my favorites would involve me lifting a piece of one of the two ladies' jewels.
I flipped heads or tails in my mind. With the broach winning over the ring.
I then went into full stalk mode. Appearing to be enjoying the affair, but keeping an eye out of the corner on the daughter. For she was the now key to my whole plan.
During the next few hours, I did my due vigilance on the family. Looking for the telltale signs that either made them desirable marks or ones should I should leave alone
One of my first tests is to do a preliminary bump, with no lifting. That bit comes later.
I will actually brush up against my marks and gauge how they react as I please myself by coping with a feel.
I did this for both women as I caught them off alone. Not feeling up their pretty gowns but observing their reactions. Neither appeared guarded, purses not checked nervously, that sort of thing. Open and friendly to strangers they both were. Which meant they passed my first test.
Even the father was charming and accepted my apologies as gracious as his two ladies when I “tripped” up against him. (By the way. The bloke kept his wallet in his pants, just an observation)
Satisfied I had made the right choice I went into a deeper study, watching with interest how they were interacting with others and amongst themselves.
The band playing that evening was alternating between slow standards and a more lively fast pace that attracted the younger crowd. The lights were dimmed and a disco ball showered the floor with strobing light for the faster songs.
The parents were up for the slowest songs while the daughter watched the table with their drinks and purses.
The faster dances they switched places.
I also spied with my little eye that the daughter was dancing with her girlfriends. No males appeared on the scene. And her girlfriends after dancing always split up to be with their families.
I watched with increasing desire the daughter's jewels flickering on the dance floor. Especially the glimpses I caught of the enticing broach that was falling out with a sparkling voice, from its position just below her perky breasts. Which I noticed, the plumping, tight gown outlined, breasts that is, the rich girl just loved to press up against her dance partners.
I bided my time ( not easily) until very late in the evening. All three members of my targeted family were freely drinking. And becoming nicely inebriated as the evening wore on.
Soon the time was ripe for the plucking of a broach from a scintillatingly lovely brown satin gown.
The fast music started, the strobe light came on, and I went in and joined the swooningnly sweating throng.
I had started on the far side of the dance floor and began making my way toward my targeted female.
I had her in sight when I was pulled, literally, into a group of three, grabbed in passing by a young lady(Michelle) wearing yellow chiffon with ropes of real pearls. She held onto me as we danced to the fast beats of the bass-heavy music.
Then I was snatched away by a single male member of the group. The third is a young lady winningly wearing a black taffeta a-line gown with diamonds twinkling.
The male was a trashed, sweaty specimen with red hair wearing a tweed suit that was scratchy as he danced close to me. He was wearing a gold Rolex which caught my eye and then caught up in my fingers as I slipped it off his wrist.
I was also eying up the diamond-wearing blonde in black taffeta from over his shoulder as she danced with the girl who had snagged me into their group. I studied intensely her diamond jewellery dripping and swaying quite deliciously against her ultra-shiny black gown.
I maneuvered him over(Fred was his name) to the two girls and passed him off to yellow chiffon, while I embraced black satin, Cecelia was this wealthy pup's name.
She was very pretty, and like her companions, drunk as a skunk.
I told her how gorgeous she was while my hands held her close to me as my fingers caressed her sleek gown. My hands slipped up along her divine figure as we danced in motion to the fast tempo.
I ran my fingers up into her long silky blonde curls, lifting her hair, I had a clearer view of Cecelia’s lovely long diamond earrings that were just dangling there on sweaty earlobes, which made it child’s play to lift them and out as I raised her hair.
She smiled at my praise as I let her hair back down and I hugged her, wrapping my hands around her scintillating gowned waist, my clenched fists holding tightly onto her earrings as I pressed her hot fiery little figure against mine.
She hugged back and I turned her around and pushed her back in between her two companions.
Pocketing the shimmery earrings, I danced off, locating the daughter just as the song ended.
So I then waited until the second song was being played as the daughter was still up on the dance floor I maneuvered my way until I was directly behind her. She was dancing close to one of her friends, brushing against her then pulled back laughing. It was a routine I had been watching her do all evening and I was ready.
As she pulled back I bumped into her, my hands grasping onto her breasts, tightly outlined by the satin gown. Double pleasures there, for both of us I could tell.
I apologized in her ear, those earrings she wore dangling down delightfully, as my fingers also went down and swiftly located her broach. Then I lifted it, my fingers prying open the clasp and I pulled the flash jewel off as she was turning around.
“No worries luv…” she said as we danced together in rhythm to the music. I held my hands (still holding her broach) behind my back.
Then I’ll be damn if her girlfriend didn’t come up behind her and copy the same stunt as I had.
I left the happily groping group as soon as the daughter turned her back to me to face her friends.
Then I sat at my table, waited, and watched, with bated breath.
The daughter finally came back to the table and rejoined her parents. No one noticed anything was amiss.
Then after a long, very long, 15-minute break, the band started back up, playing slow dance music.
I watched the parents rise and head to the dance floor. Leaving the daughter quite alone, and susceptible.
“I’m on stage.”
I thought as I stood up and zoomed right up to the daughter like I had something important to say.
Which I did….
She looked up at me with doe-eyed wonder as I placed a hand on her softshoulder.
“Pardon me miss. Remember me. I bumped into you on the dance floor. Well, I had admired your broach earlier.
She looks down discovering it's gone, her eyes opening wide in shock. They looked up questioning into my face.
I love it when I can see a victim do that.
“It’s for that moment of dawning comprehension that is one of the little things in life I live for.”
I quickly explained:
“I saw one being turned into the security office upstairs by some Americans who found it. I thought it might be yours. That’s why I came over. “
Seeing her hesitation as she looked at her mother’s purse.
“I’ll watch over your table luv if you want to go see. I know I couldn’t wait if mine had been lost!”
I said this stroking the gold fox headpin I was wearing.
She fell for it, hook, line, and Broachless figure.
“Thank you .”
She worriedly lifted her gown and scurried off. I watched her leave… such a pretty dress she was wearing.
Now, The security room is actually located in the basement, so I bought myself some time.
I sit and casually begin to have a look through their purses.
From the daughter’s purse I pull out a card from her wallet that listed her address, along with a fancy key. Her wallet contained about £50, which I pulled out and pocketed.
Inside her mums' purse, I find a fatter wallet. £325 which I also pocketed. Also, a solid gold compact which I placed inside my purse. What I did not find was a hotel key. Which must mean they lived locally. Which could be either a good thing or a bad thing.
The father had his suit jacket on a chair. I went over and making sure no one was watching, riffled through his pockets. No wallet, which I knew, but I found something better.
Three hatcheck claim tickets. I quickly smelled them. One of them smelled very strongly of expensive perfume which I hoped meant they had been handled by one of the ladies as she turned in her wrap. I kept this one and stowed it away.
Then I rise and left, planning on beating them home to scout out the area. I didn’t need to count down the new year to know it was already starting out to be wickedly brilliant.
But on my way out, I see the American wife in the snack lime...
Decide to myself that I would like some American souvenirs from these “innocents Abroad.”
As I walk past her, I suddenly stop and go right up to her.
“E’llo you're an American, that’s lovely.”
As I say that I lift her hand, my other patting her bracelet-bearing wrist in greeting.
She stammers taken by surprise
“Yes, my name is Martha King. What is yours?”
Which is what I needed, surprise. I was wiping my hand along her wrist reaching her bracelet which I clasped my fingers around.
I gave her the made-up name I had been using this evening.
“ Cheers then, my name is Cadence, and it’s a pleasure meeting you. That’s quite a lovely dress your wearing. Did you buy it here?”
Rapid series of questions keeps the mark confused and distracted.
As she answered I thought Martha is it, not Honey. I eyeballed the rest of the jewellery she was wearing.
A silver-hinged locket with an M engraved upon it. Engraved around the ‘M’ was a floral vine, and below the ‘M’ was a flower made of ruby chips. The locket was oval-shaped on a link chain that hung just above her breasts. Her earrings were slightly smaller than the locket but had the same floral design and ruby flower, no letter M however.
I pried my eyes off her locket and looked into hers as she was answering my question.
“No, this dress is one I brought from home. I was worried it might not be fancy enough for here.
With my free hand, I stoked it along her dress as I sigh, my hands still holding her wrist up, covering her bracelet as my fingers snapped it open.
“I thought so, we don’t have dresses quite that lovely here.”
“But yours is…”
She started to say, then looked up
At that point, I see relief in her eyes as she stopped in mid-sentence, then said ..”
“Here comes my husband George. He is American also.”
As we both look behind me, I was busy taking advantage of the distraction, lifting off from her wrist the shiny silver bracelet. Pocketing it as the man came up to us.
I was introduced and saw he was an amiable sort of chap. As I like to imagine most Americans are, not that I’ve met more than a couple of others.
We talked for a few minutes as they told me where they were from, and about their kids. The usual.
But I needed to be on my way without appearing to be.
The band was still playing slow songs so I tried to break away by saying.
“I would imagine you two would like to get onto the dance floor? Please don’t let me hold you back…”
The wife apologized to me that she was a wee bit tired and wanted to sit.
Great I thought, then she added something that blindsided me.
As she looked at her husband standing there sheepishly…
“I know my husband would like to though, dance I mean. Maybe he would like to…honey ?”
I caught myself.
“You would not mind then if I steal him for a dance then luv?”
“Please do. My George is the dancer in the family. The poor dear wears me out.”
I heard a wholesome laugh from George.
“You two ladies do realize I’m right here listening? And yes I would consider it a privilege to have a dance with you, Cadence.”
He takes up my hand and we go to the crowded floor. The lights are still dim. But there is no strobe.
He takes me into his arms and I allow him to lead me to the music. We swirl around the other guests. I tell him a little about me, my twin brother, the small cottage we grew up in, and the nearby ancient university-owned cemetery we played in(though I did not go into the detail the games we played centered around pickpockets). He told me a bit about himself. Scouts, camping, decorating for Halloween. Also how Martha and he were here as an anniversary treat.
I find that George is a very pleasant dance partner So it was with a bit of guilt that as he was looking over towards Martha, I ran my hand caressing his wrist, then without remorse, I lifted off his fancy silver watch with the black face.
“Just couldn’t help myself, now could I?”
The song was ending and I was getting ready to release George back to his table when I spied the broachless Daughter walking along the outside of the dance floor.
Quickly I looked up into George’s face with a pleading look that he had no clue over why.”
“That was lovely. Can we do one more?”
George shook his head, yes and we held firm our position.
The music started again, and I pulled his arm around my waist making him hold me closer. Over his shoulder, I watched as the Daughter disappeared out of sight. She looked very perplexed, but not alarmed.
Sighing I placed my hands on his sides. I felt something hard in his side jacket pocket. Without thought, I reached inside and wrapped my fingers around a small, but heavy lighter. Without looking at it, I pulled it from his pocket and put it inside one of mine. I could feel George’s heart thumping, so I knew he was not finding it unpleasant to dance with me. My own was beating fast, over the daughter, and the recent lifts I had made off of George King.
As the last notes of the second song drifted away, we broke apart
I walk with George back to his waiting wife Martha at the table.
The wife smiles.
“Thought you were stealing him”
He chuckles.
“I convinced her not to.”
We all laugh.
They offered for me to sit and join them for a drink.
I lied.
“Love to, but I have to track down my errant niece.”
George pats me on the back saying lovely to have met you and thanks for the dance, then takes his leave to go get more drinks for his wife and himself.
Martha who had stood up as we came to the table, leans in and gives me a warm caring hug…
“I also think it was lovely meeting you tonight Cadence, you are a very nice young lady.”
Now I hadn't planned on taking her locket, but my thief instincts kick in and I found myself reaching up and undoing the clasp of the necklace and slipping it off her pretty neck before the end of the hug.
While slyly pocketing her pendant and chain, I replied:
“Why thank you, Martha, it was brilliant meeting you and George also, and luv, I hope you will enjoy the rest of your stay here.”
Then I take my leave.
“Indeed Charming to meet both of you.”
I leave her as she sits down to wait on George and their drinks.
I made a direct beeline to the coat check.
Quickly I thrust to the cloak check girl my slip. She comes back with a luxurious red sable jacket.
The cloak check girl complimented me:
“That’s pretty miss.”
“Indeed it is. “
I agree as I slip it on and leave Walking boldly past the lone guard at the security desk.
I make it to the exit without a backside glance. No one challenged me as I opened it and walked outside into the cool evening.
I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. My breath sends up vapors in the cool night air. I wanted so very badly to lite a victory cigarette but was too far into my game to take the time just yet.
So I scurried off into the night, along the nearly deserted blocks, formulating the next steps in my plan.
To be continued …
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DADDY: “Paddy, I think it’s time to stop our walk now, go home and have a cup of tea and some cake. What do you think?”
PADDY: “Oh yes Daddy! That sounds like an excellent idea! All this walking is giving me a grumbly tummy!”
DADDY: “Thinking of grumbly tummies… do you know where Scout and Algie are?”
PADDY: “They were just behind us, Daddy, but they might have stopped to smell some flowers or play hide-and-seek. Would you like me to go and fetch them, Daddy?”
DADDY: “Oh if you would, that would be most helpful. Thank you Paddy!”
PADDY: “Scout! Algie! Where are you? Where are you?” *Looks around but doesn’t see either bear.* “Scout! Algie! It’s time to go home! Daddy is going to make tea and serve cake!”
SCOUT: “Boo Paddy!”
ALGIE: “We are up here, Paddy!” *Giggles.*
PADDY: “Goodness Scout and Algie! You startled me!” *Fans chest with paw.* “What monkey business are you up to up there?”
SCOUT: “Well, it’s funny you should mention monkey business, Paddy. We are visiting my friend!”
PADDY: “You monkey friend, Scout? Who? Chippy didn’t come for a walk with us.”
SCOUT: “This one!” *Taps smiling wooden monkey nailed to a tree trunk.* “He isn’t Chippy, but I think he might be related to Chippy the monkey who lives in the front room at home.”
PADDY: *Looks.* “Hhhmmm… he does look a little like him a little. What is his name?”
ALGIE: “We don’t know, Paddy. He doesn’t talk much.”
SCOUT: “I’m concerned about him, Paddy.”
PADDY: “Why, Scout?”
SCOUT: “Well,” *Looks at wooden monkey, then looks back at Paddy and whispers.* “He’s awfully thin, Paddy.”
ALGIE: “Thin, Scout!” *Loudly.* “He’s positively skinny!”
SCOUT: “Ssshhh Algie!” *Puts paw to mouth. Whispers.* “You might upset him.” *Looks in concern at monkey.*
ALGIE: *Quietly.* “I invited him to come home with us and have something to eat, even though we don’t know his name, but he doesn’t seem that interested.”
PADDY: *Considers* “Well he seems happy enough to me. Maybe he wants to stay here. After all this tree is his home, and he may be too shy to speak to you Scout. You were shy once too. Remember?”
ALGIE: “You were shy once, Scout?”
PADDY: “He was, and he would barely ever say anything.”
SCOUT: “But that didn’t last long.”
PADDY: “Indeed it didn’t, Scout.”
ALGIE: “Thank goodness! I can’t imagine you being quiet, Scout!”
SCOUT: “Oh, nor can I, Algie, not now!”
PADDY: “Come on you two, Daddy wants to go home and have tea and cake. Say goodbye to your monkey friend.”
ALGIE: “Goodbye little monkey. It was lovely to meet you, even if you are rather quiet.”
SCOUT: “Goodbye little friend. We’ll see you again when we next come walking this way.” *Kisses monkey and then looks down.* “Um Paddy?”
PADDY: “Yes Scout?”
SCOUT: “How do we get down, Paddy?”
ALGIE: “We are stuck, Paddy!”
PADDY: “Oh no! I’ll go and fetch Daddy!”
SCOUT and ALGIE: “Thank you Paddy!”
My Paddington Bear came to live with me in London when I was two years old (many, many years ago). He was hand made by my Great Aunt and he has a chocolate coloured felt hat, the brim of which had to be pinned up by a safety pin to stop it getting in his eyes. The collar of his mackintosh is made of the same felt. He wears wellington boots made from the same red leather used to make the toggles on his mackintosh.
He has travelled with me across the world and he and I have had many adventures together over the years. He is a very precious member of my small family.
Scout was a gift to Paddy from my friend. He is a Fair Trade Bear hand knitted in Africa. His name comes from the shop my friend found him in: Scout House. He tells me that life was very different where he came from, and Paddy is helping introduce him to many new experiences. Scout catches on quickly, and has proven to be a cheeky, but very lovable member of our closely knit family.
Algie is made by the same friend in England who made Jago, Daisy-Maud, Orson and Danny Boy. He is made of sparse English mohair, has paws of ultra suede and eyes of glass. A very adventurous little boy, he loves to climb and sit on top of gates, edges of tables and chairs. He adore climbing trees and will cheekily sit there with crossed legs. He's very friendly and he loves adventures of any kind.
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