So did he or didn't he?

Otherwise titled "If something makes you laugh, share it!".

Later today we're going to pick up two new chickens for our garden.

It's almost two years to the day since we bought our first chickens.

Six of them, we bought. Two Bovan Goldlines, two bovan ambers and two cuckoo marans.

We didn't have a clue about looking after chickens. We were new to it. We'd never even held a chicken. There was a natural curiosity.

Since then we've lost one to a fox attack in our garden, but the others are fine and doing well.  And more importantly, laying well.

Before we bought them we worked hard and prepared. Mike built a chicken house which, when new, looked like this:

It doesn't look like this any more. It looks, um, darker, thanks to a red mite attack last summer. Resulting in having to kill them via blowtorch. "Them" as in the red mites. Not the chickens. They live on.  Chicken Palace now sports a scorched look. It's fine. It's "character".

Red mite.  


Blighters.


But what of all the blood, sweat and tears that went into building it in the first place? Actually, I don't recall there being any blood loss, and nobody cried (much). Sweat? That's debateable really.

But this did happen!  Or did it?

This still makes me laugh so hard I end up crying! I've watched it over and over and still can't get over it!

Now, did Mike hit himself with the hammer or not?!  Because it really looks and sounds like he did.  But if he did, why is there no reaction?!

Watch it again!

See?  

No reaction!

None!!

You can even hear Ben trying to stifle a snigger as he's videotaping it all.

We watched this over and over and Mike didn't even remember doing it. He didn't remember this happening. Amnesia from a knock on the head perhaps?

To me it does look like he hit himself. To everyone else here it does.

But if he did why didn't he feel it?!

What do you think? Did he hit himself or not?

Oh and in case you are wondering and thinking I'm a mean wife, I did get permission to post that video on the blog. Really, I did.

The trouble with time...

... is that it goes too fast.

It's Friday. Oh it's Friday! I just realised that as I typed it!

Anyway, it's Friday. Which means the weekend is coming. Which means there are lots of plans and plenty of things to do and a whole bunch of good intentions.

But then what happens?

It gets to Monday and you look back and Saturday and Sunday shot past so fast that most of the plans are still in place, there are still plenty of things to do and you've still got a stack of good intentions. The only difference is that the list has got longer.

How does that happen?

We spend the week looking forward to Friday, thinking it's going to be the magical day of rest and relaxation.

Instead we end up squeezing in all the stuff we can and before we know it a new week has begun and we're back to counting down to Friday again.

Friday.

And what gets me every time is that nothing much seems to have been accomplished. We've lived here for over three years. We're still waiting to finish decorating. We ordered carpets a month and a half ago. The rooms which have been redecorated and are ready and waiting for the carpets to be fitted are stuffed with pap from the other rooms still waiting to be decorated. But we need time!

We need more time!

This weekend is already accounted for. Saturday morning will consist of normal errands... bakery, library, a grocery top up for the weekend while the afternoon will be taking us to a farm to collect our two new chickens.

Sunday, sweet Sunday, brings a morning of getting ready for church. Of screaming kids in showers and bribes of "Hey, you can play K'nex if you just stop jumping about and screaming!", then church, home for lunch and, hopefully, decorating.

Now that doesn't look like much.

Why doesn't it look like much?!

I can't believe we're almost at the end of February already. Ten months till Christmas. That'll go fast too. On the other hand, spring isn't coming quick enough for me. I've had enough of winter. I'm not a winter person. I'll moan about that in another post some time. I promise.

And why didn't time go as fast when I was younger? School holidays didn't come around as quickly as they do now, I'm sure. In fact, I'm certain term times have become shorter the older I've become. And oh my goodness, do you remember the birthday and Christmas countdowns?! How long did they go on for?! F-O-R-E-V-E-R wasn't it?!

While I'm on the subject, where did the last twenty years of my life go?

In my mind's eye I'm still fifteen years old. 


In reality, I'm not.

In my mind's eye I've still got my natural hair colour.

In reality I've got several different shades of Nice'n'Easy and springy grey strands.

In my mind's eye I'm still skinny. 

In reality -  hahahahahah!

Time.

It's probably time to bring this post to a close.

I don't want to be wasting any more time, you see.

Till tomorrow.

Adieu.

When a pregnancy announcement doesn't get a good reaction

I'm not sure if it's a general large family thing, or if there's no hard and fast rule but though many reactions to the news of an impending new arrival are positive there are one or two which are, well, not.

The more children you add to your family, especially if it's not "accidental", means the stranger you become, at least according to general opinion.

General opinion can consist of family, the local neighbourhood and anyone that hears or knows of you. So that narrows it down to... umm... anyone, then.

So the announcement of a new pregnancy comes not only with excitement, (because come on, it is an exciting time! How can a new life not be exciting?!) but with the back and forth conversation between Mike and myself which goes something like this:

"So what do you think Minnie Mouse will say?"

"Oh, I don't know. Wouldn't bank on a good reaction though."

"I think you should tell her."

"Um, no. I think I'll leave it to you."

"Well, what about Daisy and Donald Duck?"

"Not sure. They might be alright about it."

Now just for the record, we're not actually discussing Disney characters there. Those names have been inserted so that I haven't used real names of real people that are normally killjoys in the pregnancy announcing world.
We don't usually have negative reactions from Minnie Mouse or Daisy and Donald Duck. Or at least, I'm sure they'd be quite happy for us if they knew us. Which they don't.

I digress.

True to our expectations given past history, one person we'll name Minnie Mouse for the sake of privacy came out with the gem "Well good luck to you". Say that in a non-cheery voice and with every single ounce of that word slathered in sarcasm and you've got the tone.

I guess it beats the reaction of my pregnancy with Eddie where she told me "Well, that's YOUR problem."

Uh-huh. Hmmm.

Good luck to us? Why thank you. I'll just put a spin on the tone of your voice there and re-imagine you saying that with a happy face. You know, the corners of your mouth turned UP instead of the normal down. . You may want to try that for real some day.

And as for "our problem". He's fine. He's fun and lively and smart and cute and to be honest, I'd love all my problems to be like him.

Now I know this person loves my children but why do people feel the need to do this? Why do people, especially those close to you, have to turn joyous news into something akin to you announcing you have a terminal illness?

Of course, then there's the obligatory comment after the birth of each child, "Congratulations but you'd better not have any more".

Oh. O...kay.

Um.

Why?!

Because you look after them?

No.

Because you pay for them?

No.

Because you see them probably a handful of times a year.

Yes, that's all.

So how does it affect you what we do?

It shouldn't bother me really as I know what these people are like.

Of course, you know that when you are past two or three kids you become topic for conversation. Then begins the "You'll never guess who's pregnant....!" or "Did you hear....?" and you know it's all going on.

I think much of it is curiosity rather than malice. I hope much of it is curiosity rather than malice. If you're honestly, genuinely curious about something just ask us! We don't bite you know (unless you're a Krispy Kreme donut or chilli. I really have a hankering for both at the moment.)

We understand that families our size aren't the norm any more and there are real, innocent questions that people have about our lives. We're happy to answer (most of) them. If we don't feel it's appropriate to discuss something we'll tell you.

But for now, we'd appreciate happy thoughts, congratulations and prayers for our tiny little eight week one day old baby number nine.

A life is special whether it's a firstborn or your ninth (or more!).

Let me know what reactions you've received when announcing a(nother) pregnancy over at the Larger Family Life community.

Life is good

Sometimes it'e easy to forget it. But all in all, life is good!

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When choosing a baby name shouldn't be left to your husband

Mike came home from work a couple of weeks ago and told me that he'd thought of the best baby name ever.

Now, I can't quite remember if we'd already found out that we were expecting again or whether it was a day or two before but hey-ho, they're only details.

When Mike tells me he has had a great idea about something, I can't help but get a feeling of apprehension. And worry. And the thought "Oh-my-goodness-what-is-he-going-to-come-up-with-now?" flies through my head.

But because I'm a good wifey I smile warmly and say, "Yes dear, please do tell."

And then I hesitatingly say "Oh goodness. What is it?" while a little voice inside my head shouts, "Do you really want to know?! No! You'll regret it! Don't ask! Don't ask! Don't as... oh no, here we go!".

He beamed.

"Doctor!"

"What?"

"Doctor!!"

I stare blankly.

So he explains.

"Can you imagine being somewhere like a waiting room and someone calls out "Doctor Sullivan!", and then a little kid walks past?! People are going to think "Wow! That child must be really smart!". How could someone do badly in life with a name like "Doctor"?!".

"Uh, yes. And I suppose if you had twins you could name the other one Professor!" I joined in.

"Yes!" he exclaimed, a little too seriously for my liking.

Honestly, where does he think of these things?

Doctor Sullivan.

Really.

Monday Weigh-In: Week 37

What can I say except that the Monday Weigh-In will be taking a break until the autumn. That is if God is willing and the pregnancy continues to go well. What can I replace my Monday whitterings with? No more Monday Weigh-Ins. Or should there be? This is what I mean.

I joined up with WeightWatchers Online a week after Oliver was born last year. My starting weight was 13st 5lbs (eek!), and I managed to get down to 10st 5lbs.

I hope I won't get up that high again. I was already more than a stone and a half lighter at the start of this pregnancy than I was the last time, so I'm hopeful my pregnancy end weight won't be as much. But, I have to confess that I'm quite reckless when I'm pg.  This time, I hope to keep more mindful of the things I'm eating.

 Now, I think much of my success these last 37 weeks was down to keeping myself accountable on this blog. If I were to continue keeping track here I would be inclined to keep an eye on my pregnancy weight, and therefore hopefully not put as much on. But then again, I don't know.  Should I just wait until October and then start afresh?

Then it still leaves the question "What to blog about on Mondays?".  Should I do a general pregnancy round-up post each Monday instead?

Or do I combine a general pregnancy post with a pregnancy weigh-in so you can all make sure I don't turn into a beached whale again?

Or just keep it free'n'easy and blog about, uh, whatever.

Decisions, decisions.

Help me to decide!

You learn something new every day.

I thought "meme" was pronounced as "me" and "me" said twice in a row - quickly.

Turns out, it's actually supposed to rhyme with "dream".

Who'd have thought it?

I know it's not a very interesting post, but sometimes things need to be said.

KWIM?

Such a tweet!

Oh goodness, yes what a cheesy title indeed.

I never quite got Twitter. Didn't understand the fuss about it. What is a tweet for goodness sakes? What is the point, even?

But over the last month I've well and truly succumbed to our little virtual feathered friend.

I get it! I get what the fuss is about!

Tweeting (that is, writing things in your Twitter account) for followers to read is a way to offload extra stuff that accumulates in your brain therefore allowing you to make room for more important things like, where that odd sock's partner has disappeared to or what do I finally decide on making for dinner tonight.

It's a storage area for your brain, if you will.

It doesn't matter what you tweet about. It doesn't necessarily have to be interesting or amusing I've found. Stuff like "Having a coffee" gets you followers!

Really!

Try it!


And if you don't believe me when I say you don't have to tweet about anything interesting, just follow me at twitter.com/largerfamily and see for yourself! ;-)

Do you tweet? Love it, hate it or couldn't-care-less-about-it-because-you-just-want-chocolate?

Why the wonder of a new life never gets old

So Oliver made his announcement yesterday that he is due to become a big brother sometime in October. To say we are thrilled is an understatement!

It doesn't matter that we're going through this yet again. The term "yet again" makes it sound mundane, boring, repetitive and another pregnancy is none of those things.

It's always a miracle.

It's always special.

It's always a wonder.

It's always amazing.

Always.

How can the miracle of a new life be something otherwise?

We never take it for granted. As you might now, we have experienced the sadness of miscarriage eight times already. I talk about it in our old blog.

It hurts.

We don't assume a pink line on a test will bring us a baby a few months down the line. We don't assume anything.

We just wait.

And pray.


A few weeks ago I got out of bed and promptly fainted at the doorway of our bedroom. Hmm, wonder what happened there?

Then, was it the same day or a day or so after I made a curry which I couldn't stand the smell of. Now I make a great curry so it's no reflection on my culinary skills which I might take the opportunity to state here are quite good. So I wondered.

And I took a test.

And I text Mike to tell him what I suspected.

And the test was positive.

And I text Mike to tell him it was positive.

And we were happy.

I was exactly four weeks.

A few days later we came home from church, where I'd prayed hard for this new, fragile life. I was bleeding.

We were devastated.

Thinking it was the onset of yet another loss we braced ourselves.

By the evening it had stopped.

The following few days were uneventful. My many dashes to the bathroom to carry out the obligatory checks were thankfully uncalled for.

Until the Friday. More bleeding. Again our hearts sank.

During the whole time I prayed. I prayed to God and I prayed to St Gerard, just like I did little over a year ago when Oliver's health was being questioned. I prayed so hard and I struck a deal.

"St Gerard, if you help look after my baby - it will bear your name for it's middle name if it's a boy."

I think he liked my offer.

Because last week, when I finally went in for an ultrasound to find out what, exactly, was going on we saw:

Sullivan baby no.9 at 6 weeks

A tiny, little baby measuring just over 4mm, fitting the dates exactly and with a strong, fluttering heartbeat. No visible signs of bleeding from the uterus.

All good!

Amazing.


We're only just over seven weeks along right now. It's very early days yet and we've a long, long way to go.

But we're happy that we've come this far and we're praying we'll have a stress free and successful pregnancy.

Because the gift of life is so very delicate.

So very wonderous.

And still so very, very precious.

Wordless Wednesday - Oliver's got something to tell you!

In case you can't read it, it says:

Estimated (not "estimeted" like it appears. It doesn't look wrong because of poor spelling, just poor stitching!)... Anyway...

Estimated Promotion: 6th Oct 2010

New Title: Big Brother

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Because nothing says "I love you" like a pair of chickens

Except perhaps three chickens but like I explained to Michael, "I just don't think we've reached that level of love yet."

So two new chickens have been ordered for collection at the end of the month. Two new chickens to maintain egg production of our little flock. Two brand new chickens = Mike's Valentine's Day gift. Plus a couple of Creme Eggs thrown in. Like the link?  (Eggs, in case you didn't get it).

I got the much loved handmade cards from a couple of the boys. Who then promptly asked for food. Talk about being guilt tripped into having to feed your offspring.

I also got...

... a Duplo heart. Because who doesn't love a Duplo heart?  Again from a child wanting food.  I didn't accept anything more from my children after that. You know, for the sake of the Labour Party's child obesity policy (like I care about their policies). 

Oooh, controversial!

And what did I get for Valentine's Day I hear you ask?  Because you have nothing better to do than to wonder what I got for Valentine's Day, I'm sure. 

You'll have to wait and see, won't you?

Just remember that nobody does romance like we do!

Care to take a guess?

And the "50 Rules...." winner is...

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Number 14 aka Roadrunner201!  Please email your address to me at family@largerfamilylife.com so I can send your prize out to you!

As an aside, I don't think I c&p'd the random number generator thing correctly. For one thing it's not in the centre of the post, which I prefer, and secondly, can we change the numbers there?  I think we can? Are we meant to be able to do that when it's been c&p'd? That can't be right. Was I meant to c&p it in the first place. Oh now I'm worried...

Monday Weigh-In: Week 36

Uh-huh.

Hmm.

Yes.

Stayed the same.

Somehow the original determination I felt at the start seems to have diminished. The "I can do it!" attitude has gone.  The wagon is vacant of my presence. I have well and truly fallen from it.

I blame Christmas, you know. Christmas and all the nice food that goes with it.  Since then I've found it hard to get back into the swing of things.

But ne'er mind.

Tis another week.

Let's get skinny!

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WWYD?

I have two mini Twister ice lollies in the freezer.

They are yummm.

Mike doesn't know they are there (ssssh!).

Do I:

a) Wait til this evening so Mike and I can each have one?

or

b) Not mention a thing and eat them both when he takes Cait and Harry to their catechism classes this evening and all the other small people are in bed?  

REMEMBER: They are MINI versions... not full size.  Therefore would it really matter if one person (i.e, me), ate two?

Answers on a postcard please. Or you can just comment in the box below. You might find that easier.

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And a reminder of the good side of parenting

Following Tuesdays painfully honest post about the trials we're currently facing with Ben, a very recent incident sprang to my mind when I was contemplating today's post.

At the weekend Mike took five of the younger children out to the library and the shops with all but the baby accompanying him on his trip. While they were walking around a store getting a few much needed groceries, an older lady stopped to watch them all. Mike said he recognised her face but never knew her to speak to. She carried on about her business, and so did Mike and the kids.

Mike and the children finished up their shopping and as they left the store they noticed the lady waiting outside. She'd waited out in the cold for them to finish in order to speak with them.

"Are they all yours?" she asked Michael.

"Yes" he replied.

"Aren't they so well behaved?! They're lovely!"

Well that alone was enough to make our hearts swell but then she offered him some money in order to treat them!

Michael graciously refused the money from the kind lady despite her insistence but she probably didn't realise how much her words meant to us and to the children, particularly at this time.

The fact that she waited for them, despite the cold temperature just so that she could comment on their behaviour, that they made such an impression upon her that she felt she'd like to treat them was so appreciated by us and a timely reminder that yes, our children are good children. Yes, they are a credit to us. And it gives us hope that Ben will realise that this character which was also instilled in him is still somewhere within him, deep down inside this rebellious "don't care about anyone or anything" attitude that he's adopted.

It reminded us that as parents, yes, we must be doing something right, mustn't we? Because believe me, never have I doubted myself as much in my life as I have done in the last six months. But this kind stranger has unknowingly smoothed over some of the cracks in our lives. She's filled them in and begun the process of repairing our doubts in ourselves, and given us the much needed reminder that we needed that yes, our children do have the right character and morals and values.

Like my wise friend Angela (did you see her comments in the "When parenting goes bad..." post?) pointed out in a chat last week, "Do you realise that you end up talking more about the one child that's giving you problems, rather than remembering and talking about all the children that aren't?". Or words to that effect.

It's so easy to focus on the bad things in life. To spend all your time and energy talking and thinking and dealing with the things that are "wrong" that we forget all the things that are "right". We forget the positives. We forget to be thankful. We find it easier to gripe and grouch and grumble about that stuff we're unhappy with that all the good stuff, all the great stuff gets hidden away. It's overlooked. It's not even acknowledged.

Surely, that's not right?

And it's something I need to work on.

From now.

Wordless Wednesday - Having fun... together

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Twenty things

I saw this list on a friend's Facebook page and thought it would be a fun idea to try it.

What you need to do is to copy the list and erase my answers, then insert your own answers which must begin with the first letter of your name. If the person before you had the same letter you must use different answers. You can't use the same answer twice and you can't use your own name for the boy/girl name question.

Here it goes!

1. What is your name: Tania
2. A four Letter Word: Tank
3. A boy's Name: Tony
4. A girl's Name: Tina
5. An occupation: Tailor
6. A color: Taupe
7. Something you wear: Trousers
8. A food: Toast
9. Something found in the bathroom: Talc
10. A place: Turkey
11. A reason for being late: The trains were delayed
12. Something you shout: "That's enough!"
13. A movie title: Top Gun
14. Something you drink: Tea
15. A musical group: Texas
16. An animal: Tiger
17. A street name: Trueman Street
18. A type of car: Trafic
19. Something scary: Toenails
20. Ice cream flavor: Tutti Fruitti

Monday Weigh-In: Week 35

Oh the shame.

+3 lbs.

Hangs head.

How did that happen? How can I put on three pounds in a week? How?

How?

Umm, eating too much perhaps?

Not keeping properly track of what I'm actually putting into my mouth?

Eating too many homebaked goodies?

There are a few options I've given myself.

Thank you, me.

*Sigh*

Are you trying to lose weight and blogging about it? Why not link up your latest post here and we'll have an attempt at motivating each other.

Because I feel really motivated at the moment.

Can't you tell?!

Here is something for the teens of today.

Although often attributed to Bill Gates, the following was written by Charles J Sykes in his book "50 Rules Kids Won't Learn in School".

Here are the first thirteen rules.

(Ben and Stephanie, you'd do well to take note. Be expecting a little something different in your stockings next Christmas.).

Rule 1: Life is not fair; get used to it!

Rule 2: The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

Rule 3 : You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.

Rule 4 : If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.

Rule 5 : Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called any chance to work an opportunity.

Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.

Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parents’ generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.

Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.

Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time.

Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.

Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.

Rule 12: Smoking does not make you look cool. It makes you look moronic. Next time you’re out cruising, watch an 11-year-old with a butt in his mouth. That’s what you look like to anyone over 20. Ditto for “expressing yourself” with purple hair and/or pierced body parts.

Rule 13: You are not immortal. (See Rule No. 12.) If you are under the impression that living fast, dying young, and leaving a beautiful corpse is romantic, you obviously haven’t seen one of your peers at room temperature lately.

I have one brand spanking new copy of the book to give away.  It's so new I haven't even peeked inside for the rest of the rules.  For your chance at winning..  THIS COMPETITION HAS CLOSED!

"Of course it's true!"

The other day I put new toilet cleaning blocks in the toilet cisterns. You know, the ones that turn the water blue.

As the upstairs toilet hadn't been used yet the water was still clear when Eddie had gone to use it.

He called me for the obligatory bum wiping and as I did so I told him that "You know that really stinky poop turns water blue, don't you?!".

"No, it doesn't!"

*FLUSH*

Oh, his wide-eyed, open mouthed face was a picture!

I'd love to hear the things you've told your kids. Leave your wise words in the comments or over at my community by clicking here or on the frog below!

Nanny Pam's Bread Pudding

While Michael was off work thanks to the snow, he had a go at making his mum's bread pudding.  I'm not sure where she got the recipe, but she passed it onto us and it's a firm favourite.  It's beautifully soft and moist in the middle and just so... yum!  Be warned though, because it's very, very moreish!

Nanny Pam's Bread Pudding

Ingredients:

1 large loaf of bread
8oz softened butter or margarine
12oz brown sugar
4oz mixed fruit
1 tbsp cinnamon
1 tbsp nutmeg
1 tbsp mixed spice

Method:

Soak bread to soften then drain for 2-4 hours. (We've left it to drain overnight with no ill effects).

Put moist bread in a large mixing bowl.  Add all other ingredients and stir well until it becomes a mushy, smushy mixture.

Pour into greased baking tray.

Bake at Gas Mark 3/170ºC for 2 hours.  You may need to cover with foil halfway through baking so that the top doesn't burn while the inside cooks.

Remove from oven and allow to cool.  Don't worry if it looks too smooshy still, as it cools it will become more solid.

Nanny Pam also advises to hide the bread pudding from Uncle Dennis.

If you have an Uncle Dennis you have been warned.

I advise you to practise self control if you are on a diet.  This cake will not help.

But it's just so yum.

Surely one teeny, tiny...

... bite won't...

...hurt.

Will it?!

Click here for the no fuss, printable recipe.

Wordless Wednesday

Looks like Paddy had a long day, so he did!

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Claudia!

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Monday Weigh-In: Week 34

Hmm. 

1lb on.  

Again.

Seems this pound is just going back and forth, on and off.  Like a little pound of fat which is doing step aerobics.  Only not burning away.  Just keeps coming back.  Again.  And again.  And again.

I do not like you, little pound in weight.  I do not particularly like your friends either.  You have made yourselves comfortable on my hips, thighs and behind for far too long.  

This week, you leave.

I mean it!

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