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Round the Houses

I have long held a bit of an obsession with houses, and both the inside and outside aesthetics of domestic living arrangements fascinate me. The idea of creating a happy nest inside a pile of bricks and mortar intrigues me very much and I love to see how different people choose to decorate and furnish their homes.

My creative interest in houses/homes is mainly to do with the interiors, but at the same time I do love a good nosey around the outer periphery too - in short, I am a nosey so-and-so and I find home life in all it's shapes and forms fascinating. I like looking at different styles of front doors and windows and I love seeing what folk do with their little patches of front garden. I like to see flower pots and window boxes and little gates and washing lines...

...oh yes, I love washing lines so much! There is something so comforting and humble about a string of clean clothes drying in the open air. Usually laundry-drying is strictly a back garden activity, but here in my town many of the houses don't actually have back gardens. So it's not uncommon to see washing lines strung across back yards and back cobbled streets, making use of any available space.

The town where I live is old (like really old) and is recorded in the Domesday Book of 1086. It has heaps of old buildings (including a 900 year old castle) but what I'm sharing today is the simple terraced housing. These house were built for the families who worked in the many textile mills that sprang up during the Industrial Revolution.

There are lots of these houses across town, row upon row upon row of them. They have front doors opening out onto the pavements......

...but there is also a network of old cobbled back streets running behind every terrace. These back streets are wide enough for cars to drive down, but mostly they are used by pedestrians and give access into the little back yards behind each house.

These back yards are small but precious and many folk go to some effort to create little gardens in their tiny outdoor spaces. Often the back yard also contains an old "outhouse" which would have contained a simple toilet in Victorian times.

I really love these old cobbled back streets, they are more than one hundred years old, isn't that a teesny bit wonderful?

The thing about these rows of terraced houses is that they aren't just houses. They represent communities of families living in pretty close proximity to their neighbours - it's a friendly way to live for sure.

You don't always have a great deal of privacy, but the feeling of security and homely comfort that surrounds daily life is priceless. Sometimes I miss not having a bigger outdoor space and sometimes I miss not having a green, open outlook. Our view is the mellow colour of Yorkshire stone walls, we are surrounded by them on all sides.

I admit it took me a while to get used to living this way. We moved from a detached house on a small, quiet cul-de-sac where privacy was everything and where neighbours kept themselves to themselves. You generally said a polite "hello" in passing, but that was pretty much it.

Living in a terraced house (especially a Yorkshire terraced house), you really get to know your neighbours. These folk love nothing more than to stop and chat, socialise, make friends, and you become a part of the community very quickly. You get absorbed into the street you live on and become a true part of it.

After seven years of terraced street living, I can tell you that it's pretty great.

I would love to hear about where you live, any other terrace-dwellers out there?

Do you have a garden, land, a view? Do you know your neighbours?

Do you love where you live or aspire to something different?

Let's talk homey stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Here and There

I've had a funny old week, kind of slow and fast and busy and lazy all at once. I've been here and there, pottering about in my local environs as well as heading further afield for both work and pleasure.

I have been enjoying my town very much recently, opening my eyes wide and truly appreciating living in such a beautiful, vibrant, historical, rural little market town. I felt a bit disloyal when I returned from Dorset with my heart full of the sea, yearning to be there and not here. But the post holiday blues soon dispersed and I have fallen back in deep love with this place I now call home. I really do love living here.

The waterways are busying up again now that Spring has sprung, and every day the boats come and go along here providing a wonderful changing scene. I fell in love with this gorgeous wide-beam canal boat which arrived last week, it looks so homely and cheerful with it's traditional painted pots full of colourful flowers. I really love seeing the traditional "canal folk art" alive and kicking, and if the fella hadn't been sitting inside his boat when I walked past, I would have got up right up close and personal with my camera and those lovely decorated pots!

Last Tuesday I delivered the Little People to school, then made my way onwards to my picturesque local train station. It's been a while since I travelled by train and the ninety minutes seated next to a window looking out onto a changing landscape was very enjoyable.

I travelled on three different trains, journeying into rural West Yorkshire.....

....to the land of ever-so-very-large textile mills. Oh these buildings are something else - ancient and humming with history, industry and creativity, they are absolutely wondrous places to visit.

I spent the day bent over this table of glorious colour, umming and ahhing and stretching my brain (and my heartstrings) as we deliberated over the endless possibilities of the glorious Pantone Index. I was in good company, judging the Stylecraft/Lets Knit colour competition with three other wonderfully talented yarny peeps. It was a fascinating day (you can go read Phil's amazing blog about the day here), and I'll be updating you about the competition as soon as I'm given The Colouful Nod to do so.

We're having some gloriously sunny days right now, and yippeeee I've painted my toenails turquoise and have donned my flipflops!!It's still a tad chilly around the nether regions at times but my flip flops are ON and my toes are OUT regardless of the odd frosty start to the days.

I've unexpectedly felt the need this past week to be away from my desk and out in the open. So I've trusted my instincts and allowed myself to spend time pottering and mooching at home and out and about, taking in my surroundings and practising a kind of meditative mindfulness. I'm approaching an extremely busy few months and I guess this is my way of preparing myself? I'm not sure really, I don't think there is any need for me to analyse, surfice to say it has felt wonderful to feel free. I am very, very blessed to be able to do this wandering, pondering thing from time to time, believe me, I am full of gratitude for the freedom I have in my days.

On a whim, I took a walking tour of my town one warm, sunny afternoon last week, Wednesday I think it was? I had in my mind that I wanted to photograph the rows of terraced streets that make up a good portion of the domestic housing in this old mill town. Again, I'm not sure why this impulse came upon me, but oh it was fab to just walk, observe, take pictures. I'll share them with you in a few days.

I found myself  right across the other side of town, high up near a large area of allotments.

I have a real nostalgic soft spot for allotments, having spent a lot of my childhood weekends hanging about on our family plot(s) with my Mum. I enjoyed nosing about a little up here, inhaling the scent of wood smoke from a nearby bonfire and admiring the neat veggie beds. It's reminded me that we have our name on the waiting list for a small plot near us, we've been waiting for seven years and still harbour some hope that one day, one day we might get lucky....

Blossom is blossoming around here too I notice, although the exuberant frothy pink cherry trees that line the path to the park are still in bud and not yet in full flower. Can't wait for those beauties to put on their annual show.

On Thursday I had a coffee date with a friend, and after a minuscule amount of deliberation we abandoned the cosy coffee shop in favour of an al fresco option. It was the weather you see, such glorious sunshine and blue skies were just too good to waste. My lovely friend has wheels at her disposal, so we motored out of town and landed at Bolton Abbey, just as the Cavendish Pavillion cafe was opening.

Of course we both had a bag of hooky with us ( I try to never travel anywhere without it) and enjoyed a fabulous morning of sunshine, crochet and coffee, interspersed with chit chat and the odd duck.

My Harmony blanket is progressing beautifully and I'm now over half way with the blocks. I have this desperate urge to finish it within the next three weeks or so just so that I can photograph it in a bluebell wood. I'm thinking we might possibly have a spell of severe chill which might delay the bluebells and I might also stop needing to sleep in order to crochet through the night. Not likely, but you never know.

I can highly recommend a spot of riverside crochet, if you can make it happen at a scenic location near you. It's a very therapeutic way to spend a morning.

From peaceful riverside to the hustle and bustle of city centre, yesterday I took my second train-ride within a week. This is Leeds, more precisely the amazing Trinity shopping centre with it's spacious pedestrian streets and glass ceiling (lots of pictures here). This was a special Girls Day Out, a Birthday trip for my beautiful Little Lady who turns 11 this week. She has been asking for us to make this simple trip together for a good many months (much to my shame I kept putting it off) and yesterday we finally made it happen. A train ride, some clothes shopping, lunch at a funky restaurant, more shopping, a very special Birthday Purchase  and one super-happy, unexpectedly emotional Little Lady. It was a wonderful day. She is wonderful.

And there endeth my rather rambling weeks summary, I hope you've not nodded off. This week I need to be rather more squarely positioned at my desk, doing the things I should have done last week. I need to work that list, tick those ticks. Wish me luck.

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❤ Three Happy {Yellow} Things ❤

Three sunshiny yellow things that have made me happy today.......

☀ Thing #1 ☀ in my kitchen ☀

☀ Lemons. I always, always have lemons in the kitchen, I use them frequently in cooking and baking but I also absolutely love the colour of them in my rather drab, umpteen-shades-of-grey kitchen. That shot of yellow is so vibrant, so impossibly full of cheer, how can anyone not want to have a lemon or two to gaze at every day?

☀Yesterday I baked a lemon drizzle cake {recipe on my blog here}, crikey I love this cake. Incredibly easy to make and it never fails to deliver happiness. The kitchen smells heavenly as it's cooking, and there is the rather lovely after effect of having a substantial load of cakey goodness in the cake tin for the rest of the week.

☀ This afternoon I came home from school and took a moment to spread a cloth over the table in my back yard and bring out a little jar of flowers. For no particular reason other than there was blue sky and sunshine and I thought that a hot cuppa and a slab of moist lemon cake would hit the spot rather nicely. It was a delightful little moment of peace and tranquillity at the end of a busy day.

☀ Thing # 2 ☀ on my table ☀

☀ A jug of highly scented narcissus. I picked these up from the supermarket at the weekend for a couple of £'s and they are absolutely bloomin' gorgeous.

 

☀The smell of these little blooms is incredible. The scent fills the room so that even when I'm sat in the Big Chair over by the bay window I can still catch a whiff of that fragrance in the air.

☀They are very pretty to look at too, all frilly and fancy with such subtly different shades of yellow in each flower. I especially like them in my pink Avoca button jug too, the colours look great together and really brighten the room.

☀Thing # 3 ☀ in my tummy ☀

☀I decided to make myself brunch today as I was at home for a little while before heading to the studio. I figured I could make myself something nutritious and healthy, and was inspired by a recipe I saw recently in the freebie Tesco magazine.

☀I absolutely love  a good poached egg {read this easy "poaching know-how" on my blog} and I also really love avocado, but up until today I'd never thought to combine the two. I eliminated the pepper sauce, and with a lack of sour dough bread I had to make do with an ordinary multi-seeded slice, but oh boy, it was really very yum indeed.

☀I buy free range eggs from the local butcher and the colour of the yolks is always glorious - a deep, rich orangey-yellow which makes me very happy indeed.

 

I wonder what colour has made you happy today? Do tell!

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Staying Local

Living where we live on the very edge of the incredible Yorkshire Dales National Park, it often feels like a bit of a sin not to visit this beautiful landscape more often. But we have come to realise that our weekend outings are more about us being together as a family than they are about our surroundings, and keeping it local is just as lovely as venturing further afield.

If you've been visiting my blog for any length of time, then you will know about our local woodland which sits very close to the town centre. One minute you can be walking past bustling shops and restaurants, the next minute you can be walking along quiet leafy lanes and into the woods. It's a wonderful luxury to have this kind of a walk right on our doorstep, to have easy access to open fields, dry stone walls, dappled woodland pathways, wild flowers, birdsong, little bridges, waterfalls, babbling streams and vast banks of wild garlic.

The woodland is slowly waking up after it's winter sleep and it's a beautiful sight. Buds are bursting, little green leaves are springing forth, and oh the wild garlic is already filling the air with it's unmistakable scent. I breathed it all in, delighting in the freshness of it all. I loved us all being together as a family too,  a treat to watch my three offspring larking about together taking pleasure in simple things. Boys and sticks - say no more.

Has anyone ever cooked with wild garlic? It grows in such abundance here and I'm always tempted by the idea of perhaps eating it in some way. Wild garlic pesto? Wilted into a tasty risotto? I am thinking that a quiet morning of local foraging could be on my agenda this week, now what a lovely thought for a Sunday evening.

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Dorset Spring 2015

We spent five days down in Dorset last week, it's such a familiar routine for us as year after year it's generally the same. I've been heading "home" for Easter ever since I left to go off to art college when I was 18. I remember with great clarity and fondness my very first visit with J in 1994 (we were both 25) when I introduced him to my home turf and also my parents (isn't that a heart-jumping, memorable thing?!) Like I say we've been back pretty much every Easter since, it's always great family time for us and I look forward to it loads.

We never quite know what the weather is going to throw at us at this time of year, it can be very unpredictable. We pack a whole assortment of layers and footwear and try to cater for extremes of temperature and wetness. Some years it has been scorching hot, other years wet, cold and gloomy, but mostly we end up with something of a mixed bag.

On the morning of our first day we always head to straight to the sea no matter what the weather. We treat ourselves to breakfast at the Watchhouse in West Bay which is one of my most favourite cafes in the whole wide world. The food is delicious and the atmosphere casual, relaxed and perfectly holidayish. Breakfast is followed by a stroll around the familiar harbour and a promenade out along the pier to breathe in the salty sea air and take in the beautiful coastline.

As is our usual style, we never make plans for our week in Dorset. It's such a luxury to start each day with a completely free agenda. I love to wake up each morning, throw open the curtains, take in the weather and feel completely free to use the day in whatever way takes our fancy.

If the weather obliges, we spend as much time as we can outside. We like to pootle and amble, stroll and wander as the mood takes us. We prefer gentle activity and relaxation to full on days of excursions and activities. We love sea views and eating as many meals as possible al fresco, enjoying life's simple pleasures. And I'm happy to say that the Dorset coastline provides all this in abundance, it is such a happy, relaxing, joyful place to spend time.

As you can see, we were terrifically lucky with the weather last week and were treated to days of clear blue skies and gorgeous Spring sunshine. The above photos were taken on Easter Monday when we decided to walk the short coastal path over the cliff tops from West Bay to one of our favourite beaches at Eype. The cliffs are pretty high in places and the views out along the coastline are incredible from up here.

I love love love picnicking, it makes me so happy! The idea of walking somewhere simply to find the perfect little spot to spread out a blanket, sit, relax and eat lunch is such a simple, lovely thing to do in my opinion. When we packed the car up in Yorkshire ready for our trip, I couldn't resist sneaking in my coastal ripple blanket to come along with us, it felt a weeny bit crazy to be treating a blanket like an additional member of the family, asking it kindly if it would like to "go home for a visit?"! But home it came, back to the place where it's yarny life began last year and it gave me a ridiculous amount of pleasure to lounge about with those ripples whilst listening to the sound of the waves.

West Bay was looking as lovely as ever in the late afternoon sun, but my goodness me, it was absolutely rammed to the gills with visitors during Easter Weekend. I don't think I've ever seen it quite so busy and I'm thinking the "Broadchurch Effect" has indeed happened. I truly love this little harbour though, it continues to have a special place in my heart.

We visited some of our favourite picnic spots last week, taking full advantage of the glorious weather.

Abbotsbury village is a real Dorset gem, picturesque and quaint and bursting with visual charm....

....and no trip to Dorset is complete without a climb up this grassy slope to the ancient and scenic St Catherine's Chapel.

We love it up here, it is such a peaceful and unspoilt place to while away an hour or two. We spread a picnic blanket out on the grass, lean our backs against the sun warmed old stone walls and take in the vast sea views. When I say "we", I generally mean J and I as the Little Peeps do not sit up here at all. They swoop in for picnic food like three hungry seagulls, tearing off and away, shovelling food into their mouths as they go. It's always the same, the open space and breezy skies up here seems to activate a strong desire to run and make a rather embarrassingly large amount of noise, yes, always the same each and every year.

On our drive back from Abbotsbury, we took a very spur of the moment detour off the main coast road, winding our way down to the little village of West Bexington. I recalled a distant memory of coming here a few times as a teenager to dog-walk with my friend's family, but couldn't remember an awful lot about the village. Turns out that it's tiny and rather lovely, with a stunning hotel/restaurant and an extremely quirky little beach side cafe run by an equally quirky little lady of maturing years. There is a small car park and rather wonderfully when you have children and also are rather full of coffee oneself, some Public Conveniences in which to take a pee (!) Yes, these things do make all the difference you know, as this is a super-wide unspoilt expanse of exposed shingle beach with nowhere to hide if you need to go (which is the distinct downside of my other favourite beach at Eype)

The beach here is part of Chesil beach, which is a pretty special place. It is 18 miles long and apparently contains 180 billion pebbles, of which I delighted in holding a teensy fraction in the palm of my hand. The sound of the waves moving in and out over the shingle is so mesmerising and soothing, it's one of the most beautiful sounds I know. During our stay in Dorset, we visited West Bexington beach three times, we couldn't get enough of this newly discovered, special slice of coastline.

When in Dorset, the sea air always takes me by surprise, it has a very particular scent which I adore. You can honestly smell the sea on the breeze and it happens to be extremely soporific. Oh my goodness, Dorset air makes me sooooo sleepy! Not just me either, but the whole family, and during our week we fall into an early to bed, early to rise routine. Waking early (5.30-6am) means we get to sit in bed sipping mugs of steaming hot tea whilst crocheting/reading and waiting for the sun to rise. It's a wonderful way to start the day.

I did loooooooooooooads of crochet last week, oh it was bliss! During the early mornings and early evenings I would sit in my Mum's old chair by the back door, or in bed in my old childhood bedroom, hooking up squares for my new Harmony blanket. These are such cute squares to make, I'm loving doing them. I'm working in groups of 14 (which is one vertical strip), with each square having five rounds.

The above picture shows the first 28 squares (2 strips), although I've since added two more strips, it's looking good! There will be 9 strips in total (126 squares), then a lovely colourful border to finish it all off.

On Wednesday last week we were met with another gloriously sunny Spring day and decided to pack up a picnic and head along the coast as far as Weymouth.

I've not been here since my childhood days and my memory of it was a little hazy. It's a bustling, traditional seaside resort with a long promenade and wide sandy beach and I  thought the Little People might enjoy it.

We parked the car near the marina and strolled down to the harbour admiring the many boats and expensive looking yachts.

The town was as bustling as I remembered it, crowded even.

There were parts of the harbour that were charming....

....but truthfully the busy beach and abundance of Tourist Attractions didn't really do it for us. The Little People didn't like it either, which surprised me but secretly, deep down I gave a little whoop of joy to myself. Just like me, it seems they had fallen in love with the quiet, unspoilt West Bexington and couldn't wait to leave the hustle and bustle of Weymouth behind.

Weymouth is a sizeable town, and behind the facade of the busy promenade there are some very nice little shopping streets.....

....pretty cute for a main shopping street don't you think?! There was some holiday spending money burning a few holes in little pockets, so after one or two (miraculously speedy) shop stops we came out with a Lego book and a charm bracelet and two smiley Little Peeps. J and I stopped to purchase a traditional wind break and wooden mallet (don't we know how to spoil ourseleves), and Little Man wisely chose to keep a hold of his precious cash in his pockets, saved for another day.

Ah yes, here we have the classic stripes of a good ol' windbreak - an essential bit of seaside kit here in the UK. It turned out to be a very good purchase indeed on this bright and breezy day as we were back at the lovely West Bex beach for an evening of this..........

.....sunset appreciation.........

.........and a barbecue dinner. This has become something of a family tradition for us when we visit Dorset, although as far as I can remember we've never had warm enough weather to do this at Easter before. We invite my Dad and Lady B to join us and J cooks up a very good beefy dinner for us all over white hot coals. I didn't take all that many pictures, but please do feel free to picture me wrapped up in crochet blankets with a cup of chilled white wine in one hand, a delicious jalapeno spiced burger going down nicely in the other hand, the sound of happy family banter on top of the sound of the sea, a  glorious sunset and a huuuuuuuuge smile on my face. Talk about being in my happy place. AND best of all there was a place to go when I needed to go!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt a bit disloyal to Eype, but really, the convenience of the conveniences gives West Bexington the edge. Sorry Eype.

The Little People were beside themselves with our continuing tradition of making English S'mores when we cook outside (toast a marshmallow over the bbq coals until it is hot, golden and oozing, them squidge it between two chocolate digestive biscuits so that the chocolate melts....) they ate so many!! They are too sweet for me, but the LP absolutely adore them.

We stayed on the beach until 9pm, snuggled up in blankets and keeping warm around the barbecue coals, not wanting the day to end. At this time of year, 9pm is dark and the night sky is already sprinkled with stars. We made our wishes, and I know we will be back here again soon to while away some Summertime hours on our new favourite beach. Here's to the Good Times,  may there be many, many more.

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The Blues

Oh, will you just loooooooook at all that beautiful, glorious b-l-u-e!! Isn't it heavenly?

Last week we were down in sunny Dorset, our usual Easter trip to the south coast to play by the sea and spend time with my folks. It was a magical holiday, full of happy, easy, sunshiny days.

Coming home has been hard, and I've felt a bit down in the dumps to tell the truth. It's the usual tale of post-holiday blues, of missing the sea and the relaxation and freedom of being on holiday. Coming home to a messy house, laundry mountains, school routine looming, you get the picture. I bought daffodils to cheer the room, emptied my pockets and put a little pile of holiday stones on the table to remind us of those good times.

The weather here hasn't helped either - we had a glorious taste of Spring down in Dorset last week, enjoying warm sunshine with picnics eaten outside every day. But back in Yorkshire we've had cold, grey, wet days, it's been utterly gloomy and uninspiring. On Sunday we managed a wet and wild walk in the rain in an attempt to banish the post holiday blues and get some fresh air. We toddled around the local neighbourhood and back through the park, returning home cold and soggy.

We lit the fire, more for some feel-good cosy cheer than for warmth. One good thing about the dire state of the weather though - I've been allowed time to sit in my favourite chair and crochet, which has certainly helped lift my mood a little.

So J returned to work today, and the Little People go back to school tomorrow. We've had a blissful couple of weeks holiday, and actually I do think I'm ready to get back to work myself now. I've got a very busy month ahead.

I think holiday memories are pretty special, don't you? All those minutes and hours to remember and treasure. I'll share some more pictures with you tomorrow, those sea-colours are just too good to keep to myself.....

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Gently Does It

We've enjoyed a very gentle week doing very little here in the Attic. It's been indulgent, lazy (oh so lazy), relaxing and fun. Good times. 

The weather has been mixed, but aside from one or two forays to the supermarket to buy essential food supplies we've not left home, content to stay put within the cosy four walls of our home. If you wanted to find me during this past week, all you had to do was go to the Big Chair in the light of the bay window which is where I've mostly been sat. The chair and windowsill have become my studio for the week and I've absolutely loved the hours of crochet time that I've been granted.

My new blanket is well under way and I can't tell you how much I'm enjoying it. I'm making 5-round granny squares, with the 6th round being the join-as-you-go round. Unusually for me, I decided to make all the little middle squares in one go (there are 126 of them), well that's to say I've worked on these a bit each day over the course of this week. I love that I've done it this way, I love looking at them all nestled together waiting for their turn to become proper squares and part of the bigger picture.

The Little People have been a delight this week, slightly irritating at times (sooo many requests for food!), but pretty great really. Little Man (age 12) is very independent these days, coming and going with his mates, dividing his time between home, the park, the shops and various friends houses. Little Lady and Little B have played a lot together, which I've enjoyed watching from the quiet of my crochet corner. 

Yesterday, we all sat at the table together and did some Easter colouring, cutting and sticking, it's been a while since we did this together and I enjoyed it.

We need new pens though, many of the colours are beginning to run out now after several years of heavy duty use. I've always bought Berol Colouring Pens for the Little Peeps, they are absolutely brilliant. We have a mixture of fine, broad and brush pens and like I say, they are very, very well used here.

Whilst we were in and out of our craft drawers searching for glue and various bits, we re-discovered this old tub of cutters and tools. I've had these for ten years or so now, they were originally bought when Little Man was a tot and we were in the midst of a play-doh obsession. These days we've gone back to the old fashioned medium of plasticine, oh the smell of plasticine is sooooo nostalgic don't you think? I was instantly transported back to my own childhood the minute a got a whiff of it. Love that stuff.

Little B made this Easter wreath from an activity book I picked up last week at the supermarket. He was so pleased with it, and visibly delighted when I hung it up and told him how much I loved it. He then asked if I could "photograph it and put it on your blog", made me smile :)

I love these sort of slow, relaxed weeks, they are very good for mind, body and soul. I love the ease of simple stay-home holiday days and the palpable contentment they bring.

I hope you're enjoying a wonderful Easter time full of things you love too. Gently does it remember......

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