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Feb 26, 2012 News Comments Off on Dealer blows lid on Education Ministry's book scam…Billions spent on outdated text books
– manipulates procurement procedures
"You have to understand that there is no clear-cut text book policy in Guyana. Many of the books being ordered…there is no way to determine whether they are relevant to the curriculum or not. So books are being ordered and sometimes even the teachers don't want them."
A local book dealer is calling on President Donald Ramotar to immediately launch an investigation
into the system of text book ordering. He is claiming that there are widespread irregularities and fraud involved in the process.
According to Bholan Boodhoo, owner of the Horizon Bookshop in Alberttown, and a long time dealer of text books, the procurement system is deliberately being manipulated so that specific companies are granted the contract.
The Auditor General's report covering government accounts of 2010, excerpts of which were published in this newspaper last Sunday, found instances in which hundreds of millions of dollars were written up in cheques, months before the contracts were awarded.
It not only signaled that there were serious irregularities but also that there was the shocking possibility that the procurement process in Guyana through the National Procurement and Tender Administration Board may have been compromised.
The report also suggested that books were also being partially delivered.
Kaieteur News was told that people high up in the Ministry of Education and specific dealers awarded the contracts, deliberately delivered short and would split the proceeds.
Text books dealing in Guyana is a billion dollar business.
According to Boodhoo, the way the procurement system is being run in Guyana is hugely unfair to other dealers and may even threaten the level of education in the country.
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"You have to understand that there is no clear-cut text book policy in Guyana. For many of the books being ordered…there is no way to determine whether they are relevant to the curriculum. So books are being ordered and sometimes even the teachers don't want them. They are distributed in the schools and left in the storeroom."
Another major issue over the ordering of text books is that a large percentage ordered are called infringed copies– photocopies. A business on West Coast Demerara (name given) is the main supplier of photocopied text books.
"This is a clear violation of several regional and international laws. It saves money but how could a ministry and government by extension, sanction an illegality? We have legitimate book dealers in Guyana who are answerable to their companies.
"We have books that we are scared to even put on shelves because they are being bought and then photocopied or infringed and then resold," the businessman said.
Many of the contracts awarded are through sole sourcing procurement procedures, meaning that the Ministry has already decided which company will get the contract.
"This is clearly a breach of what sole tendering is all about. For one company to be eligible as a sole tender, the ministry will have to show that it can't buy from anywhere else and the orders must be with all the relevant specifications included.
"This may be true if you are ordering a Wartsila engine or Caterpillar set…then you will have to go to the company that makes them. In the Guyana case, only some books could be ordered through sole sourcing…not all as is being done," Boodhoo stressed.
However, in many cases, the contracts are just being awarded as sole sourcing without evidence being presented that the books are not available elsewhere.
And how is it being done?
"On the approval granted by the Cabinet, the list will more than likely have general descriptions of texts but no names of the books wanted. This is another way in which legitimate dealers are being shafted because they don't have a clear idea of what is needed."
In many cases, the Ministry of Education just does not advertise for the books.
"In the absence of a Procurement Commission, it is hard to complain," the dealer said.
That commission is the body which would have heard complaints being filed by aggrieved parties on alleged instances where government's procurement processes were not followed. The commission, despite public clamouring, has not yet been established by the government.
"Many of the books being ordered are not revised and outdated."
At least three businesses are now selling infringed copies of text books at a fraction of the costs. One is located in Water Street and another on Croal Street.
"Those infringed copies are of poor qualities and in black and white in most cases. In almost all the cases the businesses selling the books are not dealers or are just not authorized."
Meanwhile, Kaieteur News was told that when text books are purchased, whether they are infringed or not, they are delivered to the Ministry of Education's Book Distribution Unit.
The Auditor General report on the Ministry's 2010 accounts found that in most cases, records of that unit did not match up with what was ordered. Insiders are saying records are deliberately not being provided to state auditors.
In most cases, the Book Distribution Unit is not provided or made aware of what was ordered from the supplier…only what is being delivered.
Further, even records being kept at the unit are poor and sources at the Education Ministry again say that this is deliberately so that in cases of checks, it will be hard to track instances of short delivery, among other fraudulent activities.
In the Auditor General's report of the 2010 accounts, auditors found one instance where a massive $110M order was made for text books but two cheques for the amount were made months before the contract was awarded.
According to the report, the fact that the payments took place in the fourth and ninth months of 2011, confirms the use of a strategy to defeat the controls as set out in the government's Fiscal Management and Accountability Act (FMA), by the withdrawal of sums appropriated in one year and holding them for extended periods for spending in another year during the life of another Appropriation Act.
"It is even more disturbing that such a serious breach is aided and abetted by the Ministry of Finance, through a process in which stale dated cheques are extended for use at current dates. This was the case of the second cheque which was updated on June 9, 2011."
In charge of the Ministry at the time was Minister Shaik Baksh, who was not included in the current Cabinet under new President Donald Ramotar. He was also embroiled in a questionable contract involving the delivery of computers to a number of schools.
In 2009, cheques were also written up days before the end of the year for book orders that would have been delivered in 2010, an occurrence that the state auditors found disturbing.
It was this same supplier who was given contracts in 2010 to the tune of $230M but cheques were drawn up in December 2009. There were several discrepancies also with those contracts including one that was "surprisingly" dated one year later on January 21, 2011.
According to the report, the Tender Board approval did not disclose details of the orders, including the book titles, authors, quantities or even costs.
On request, the Ministry of Education provided two contracts and three book lists that give details of the order.
"The Audit Office was unable to validate delivery on the orders, as the state of accounting at the Book Delivery Unit (BDU) made accounting for the books impractical. It should be noted that the BDU provided delivery invoices with supply details of several books. However, these invoices were not referenced to the related orders and did not include the prices of the books supplied."
National Centre of Educational Resource Development (NCERD), an arm of the Ministry of Education, is the department that is reportedly in charge of ordering text books.
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As of April 2016, GILS transitioned from a bib group to a common knowledge group (CKG). The bylaws governing the bib group, last updated in 2005, were replaced by the CKG Charter below.
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1. Summary and Scope of Work:
The GILS CKG is a standing group of experts and pioneers in the area of Government Information. This CKG communicates with and provides support to the UC Libraries Advisory Structure but does not make system-wide policy decisions, manage projects or project teams, or oversee ongoing services. The GILS CKG does make recommendations for system-wide purchases and license agreements within the scope of individual members' purchasing authority.
The GILS CKG provides a forum for members to share information about projects, services, and collections related to government information at the International, Federal, California and local level and other matters of concern to government information professionals. The goals of the group are to improve University-wide collections and access to government information in printed and electronic formats, and to facilitate communication and the sharing of expertise among government information librarians. The GILS CKG also serves as a resource for information professionals with new or added responsibility for government information in the UC system and CKG member libraries.
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The GILs CKG is open to staff members on each campus who have responsibility for the development and management of government information collections. The group may include CDL, Stanford, the California State Library (CSL), CSU and other California academic libraries as non-voting, non-chairing members. To seek membership interested parties should contact the GILS CKG Chair (or co-Chairs). Members are appointed indefinitely dependent on their continued responsibilities in this area.
The Chair or co-Chairs are librarians who will serve a two-year term commencing September 1st,. Nominations including self-nomination for Chair are due May 1st, with elections held by June 30th. Elections will take place via email, with simple majority needed to confirm Chair by June 30th.
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Davis: Juri Stratford
Irvine: Brian Williams
Los Angeles: Maria Jankowska, Joseph Yue
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Riverside: Ken Furuta
San Diego: Kelly Smith, Annelise Sklar
Santa Barbara: Shari Laster, Angela Boyd
Santa Cruz: Lucia Orlando
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My first fashion post! And its not "just" fashion… its PLUS SIZE FASHION! Now, it is no secret that I have a curvy body that requires plus-size clothing and it is quite evident in all my pictures. My body has transformed from being thin to plus-size after giving birth to wonderful 3 kids (yes, I am a mommy of 3). I used to be really thin before I had babies and sometimes people still tell me 'Oh, you used to be so pretty & perfect when you were thin… It's such a shame you've put on weight'… It really makes me wonder, how do people define "perfect" & "pretty"?
I feel the definition of a perfect and pretty woman, wife & mommy always includes being tall and thin. Basically the opposite of me!! I always felt that I didn't fit into this at all, but then I realized that the problem was not me – but the messages being thrust upon all of us from different people in different ways, gestures & comments.
Perfect pretty women are happy women, kind women, confident women and women who believe and share the reality that beauty is not reserved for a specific look, size, race or style. Re-defining "perfect pretty woman" for yourself is the most liberating thing you could do in your self-love journey. Fashion and makeup can be enjoyed by all the lovely women out there, in all shapes, sizes, race or style. I'm looking forward to the day where more campaigns, more movies, shows and ads include girls and boys of all shapes, backgrounds + sizes and nurture a wave of girls and boys who will know with confidence that, they too, are pretty.
Enough about size, let's talk about this look! After all this is a fashion post not a complain-about-beauty-standards-post 😉
So, it is still really hot in Mumbai right now, even though it usually cools down in November and I got into a bit of a boho vibe and put this look together. A boho outfit is typically characterised by flowy clothes (see my top), lots of prints (enter jacket), combined textures and patterns, big accessories (such as the necklace) or a combination of a lot of small accessories (like the rings) and it basically looks like you just walked off the beach (hence the strappy sandals and sun hat). That's about the best I can do explaining, haha. Got it? If not, just type 'boho look' in Pinterest and you'll get the idea.
So here are some tips on how to make this look work, when you wear a plus size, like me. I went with a full length skinny jeans, the longer your jeans, the taller and hence slimmer you look, it's all about creating that optical illusion! Then I used the jacket to create another layer of "length" in this look and it also helps covering up the hips and bum area from behind, you know, those rolls that sometimes tend to be over visible…
I left my hair down which created the third layer of "length" and again helps me look taller and therefore thinner, if you're a plus size like me, I'd recommend you grow your hair long, it really helps.
Also, do you see those lovely waves in my hair? I used a super simple trick to create it. And when I say super simple, I really mean SUPER SIMPLE! You need just 3 things: a blow dryer, hair mousse and hard spray.
- Step 1: Make sure your hair is dry and fairly tangle-free. Apply a handful of mousse (about the size of a small apple) over your entire hair.
- Step 2: braid your hair in 1 or 2 simple plats or ask your friend/mother/sister to do it for you. It doesn't have to be neat, you're going to open it anyways.
- Step 3: Use a blowdryer close to the skull/braid to heat the hair from the top till the bottom of the braid and feel if the hair is nice and warm (but don't burn it, obviously).
- Step 4: let it cool down completely (I usually do my makeup in the meantime) and then carefully open it up. Use a hardspray to set it and there you go: beautiful beach waves! It's THAT simple.
Hope you love this look as much as I do and you can watch and read the tutorial on how to created this sun kissed makeup to go with it here!
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For years, possibly even decades, many of us constitutionalists have insisted that our founding fathers were prescient, almost to the point of clairvoyance. It seems that whatever issues befall our nation, the founders already accounted for when they crafted the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution and the Bill of Rights.
Yet, I'm starting to wonder if even they could've predicted the depths of depravity our government has sunk to over the last few years.
The lengths the Deep State, entrenched bureaucracy, has so far gone through to attempt to remove a duly elected President of the United States is staggering. It's something never seen in our history and if it were someday to be made into a movie, it would likely be impossible to follow, given how many characters are involved and the myriad of plot twists.
And for what? Because the leftists in our government and media, after three years, still cannot comes to grips with Donald Trump as president.
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Desert Dogs
Grey Lands Book 1
A peaceful desert clan – slaughtered without mercy.
A survivor – looking for revenge – and answers.
A chance discovery in a market town.
The man they call Grey, survivor of the Es-Cal clan, is systematically hunting down the mercenaries employed to kill his people when he stumbles upon a clue that sends him out into the unforgiving desert in pursuit of a murdering kidnapper – a pursuit that might lead him to answers about himself. Because he cannot remember who he is, where he came from, and how he came to be here on this blighted planet. And maybe that will turn out to be important. Because something ugly is coming.
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Chapter 1
A solitary mustellidont emerged from the rocky hole where it had been stripping the flesh off some fingers. Its head twitched around, back and forth, sniffing the air and assessing the possibilities. The sky above flickered, an ever-changing light-show of reds, greens and blues. Microscopic collisions between charged particles of descending debris and the gases of the atmosphere threw off photons, whose movements were shaped and formed by the planet's magnetic field into curtains and rivers of light, emitting a dim glow onto the desert beneath. The mustellidont cared about none of that.
Dawn announced its coming with a light that was born dim orange before maturing to glow yellow-white. The night feeders lingered, reluctant to leave. The day-feeders grew in numbers.
A slight change, a suggestion of a breeze, brought a hint of fresh blood to its tiny nostrils. Its black eyes focused on a brown trail that was becoming visible in dawn's growing light, and the mustellidont darted forward to follow it
Foraging creatures were out in unusual numbers, navigating by sight and scent to the bounty scattered across the sand. Here, a solitary nightcat squalled, trying to frighten off a group of hog-vultures that refused to be scared into flight. There, a small family of painted canids disputed ownership with a little tribe of flat-headed vulpines. Omnivorous rats darted in and out, snatching bloody little morsels to consume under the rocks in relative safety, where their only competitors were each other.
They all knew that, soon, the feast would be over, and they would have to disperse back across the grey desert. They were determined to feed for as long as they could before the corpses were reduced to mere bone. It was not every day that the sands served up such a choice dish of the dead.
A slight change in the gentle breeze brought the definite smell of fresh blood to its tiny nostrils. The mustellidont paused, lifted its forelegs, sniffed, looked around, and darted forward again. It was too wily to rush straight to the source; it maintained a careful watch for larger predators. It repeated the process – dart; pause; sniff and look; dart again – until it came to a huge carcass, part propped against a grey rock. Miracle! It was not already swarming with scavengers! It darted forward.
The fine-tuned sense of danger that had kept this animal alive to reach the grand old age of seven years, warned it of movement, warned it to jump back; something huge crashed into the sand in front of its twitching nose. It darted back into the lee of a rocky shelter.
"I know, little weasel, you need to eat," a hoarse voice croaked. "But I'll thank you not to eat me."
A man lay there. With an effort, he lifted his sword back from its near-miss with the mustellidont's nose and leaned it against his shoulder so that gravity would assist its next swipe to warn off the next forager to come his way. His eyelids fluttered as he fought to stay awake. He had to, else the next forager to come his way might be the last he would meet. He was weak, bloody, in great pain. But at least he had had the foresight to drag himself across the sand and prop himself in a corner that would be shaded as the sun came up. It would be unfortunate if he survived the fight only to succumb to the heat of the day. For he knew that he would survive the wounds inflicted by his late adversary, the man that he could see providing a meal for the canids. He already felt the itching sensation that marked his healing process. Surviving was – well – it was just what he did. He had no idea why, but he was fairly sure that he was incapable of dying.
The Father of the Clan had sent him on a mission. He realised now that he had been sent away because the old man had seen the end coming, and wanted him gone, so he would live. He had been dubious when he left with a string of pack animals, but nobody argued with the Father of the Es-Cal, not when he issued his orders in a such an uncharacteristically sharp tone, and not when he swore you to silence about what you were doing, where you were going, and when you would be back.
As instructed, he had arrived at the border of Carlin's Land, in Edge, the wetland town named – with a complete lack of imagination – for its location at the edge of the grey desert. And, also as instructed, the pack animals were no longer with him. Father had warned that things had changed in Edge, that it might be dangerous. And so, it was.
He had ridden up the slope of the escarpment that separated the dry grey plain from the wet green forest and tied up his horse at the Jumpoff Inn. As was customary, he had entered the common-room to swap news, only to find it strangely quiet.
"Armon," he greeted the innkeeper. "Well met. No customers today?"
"Grey," replied the innkeeper. "It's been quiet these past few days, given what's happened."
Grey had to duck under the wooden beams of the Inn's common-room, because he was tall, standing a head higher than most, and thin. To those who did not know him, he looked frail. To those who knew him well, he looked wiry. To everyone, though, he looked odd. His hair was grey, though he was not old. His eyes were grey, too, and his skin had a pale grey tinge that contrasted with the olive-complexioned natives of the region. Even his clothing was grey, the colour of desert sand. It was no surprise that he had been dubbed 'Grey' by the Es-Cal clansmen who had found him in the deep desert, hard by the Hot Rocks, grievously injured and lacking in memories. They named him 'Grey' as a joke, but once he had learned to talk – so bad was the memory loss – he accepted it as a name. He was, he said, undoubtedly very grey.
Armon poured out a light beer – it was safer than the water around here – and handed it to the traveller.
Grey took a long draught from his beaker. "What's happened? Something bad for trade, I suppose."
"Aye, the High King's passed away, may he rest well under the turf. It was sudden – a fall from a horse, broken bones, ruptured organs. They say he never regained his senses."
Grey frowned. "Who might 'they' be?"
A grimace crossed Armon's face. "One of his sons was with him. Him and a friend. The King had his bodyguard with him, Randall. All we know is, the King's dead, so's Randall and the prince's man."
"What happened to Randall?"
"Gross neglect of duty," said Armon bitterly. "If a King dies under the nose of his bodyguard, then the bodyguard naturally gets the blame. The prince sentenced him on the spot, and there was a judicial duel. Two against one. They say the prince's man was a fencing master, but Randall took him down before the prince got him."
"Interesting," mused Grey. "We only have the prince's account of what happened, then. Let me guess, it was Rogan, and now he'll be King Rogan."
"You guessed well. The lad's brother … well, nobody's seen him. He's in mourning, so they say, and too upset to come out."
"There's that 'they' again. I suppose 'they' also say Raluf is delighted to accept his brother as High King?"
Armon let out a grunt of laughter, a bitter look on his face. "Of course, 'they' would say that, wouldn't they?"
Grey swallowed the last of his drink and dropped a silver coin on the table. "I'd best be getting on. I have business with the jewellers' guild. Anything I should know?"
"Carlin's Land is on the brink of chaos, if you ask me," Armon answered. "There are a lot of powerful men who feel they could – let us say, help – King Rogan. They are already said to be squabbling for political positions, and if you ask me, it won't take much for them to start open warfare over their places at Rogan's court. As for Edge, well, you should know the town's a mess of confusion." Armon scowled. "Over the past two days, we had a lot of coming and going. Rogan has put his own man in the keep, and he, in turn, has filled the place with his own men. Including a new head in the jewellers' guild."
"A great pity. We got along well with old Bartos."
"The new man has a greedy look, and sticky fingers too." Armon smiled, in genuine humour this time. "So 'they' say," he added.
Grey laughed. "I'm sure 'they' would, Armon. Well, I'll pass by on the way home in a day or two, I expect."
"Live well, Grey."
"You too."
Edge was in many ways typical of a frontier town in Carlin's Land. It was a market town for the surrounding area and boasted a grey stone keep, a modest garrison, a busy marketplace and a thousand or so people in simple wooden dwellings. It was not large enough to warrant a gated wall, not even a wooden one, but Grey's destination was the one place that was important and rich enough to boast its own defenses and was Edge's one claim to uniqueness – the jewelers' guild.
The guild was housed in a cluster of stone buildings that formed an enclosure around a pleasant rose garden. It could be accessed through a single iron gate and a tunnel that pierced the guildhall, the only part of the complex with windows facing outwards, allowing visitors to be monitored. The garden was surrounded by ten open-fronted workshops arranged in a rough horseshoe, each with living quarters above and storage beneath. The buildings were linked by a sheer stone wall, turning the jewelers' guild into a miniature walled community.
Grey crossed the rose garden and walked to the workshop directly opposite the gate. A couple of apprentices were busy there, packing things into wooden crates under the watchful eye of a thin, elderly man. When he saw Grey approaching, he hobbled out to greet him.
"Master Grey, well met!" he called out.
"Well met, Master Bartos," Grey answered politely.
"I presume you have business to transact?" said Bartos. "For I have to tell you, my friend, things have changed here."
Grey inclined his head toward the apprentices. "Forgive my bluntness, but are you packing up to leave? I heard talk that there's a new guild master."
Bartos scowled briefly, but then groomed his expression back to neutrality and looked over at the windows of the guildhall. "It is – ah – time for me to retire," he said. His gaze passed over the workshops around them. Grey followed his eyes and observed that half of the workshops were shuttered. "The new master is introducing new ways," Bartos continued. "Being an old dog, I do not feel inclined to learn new tricks. I am sorry to say it, but you will have to take your business to the new man."
"Very well," said Grey. "I will do so. What can you tell me of him?"
Bartos considered his answer carefully and glanced more than once in the direction of the guildhall. Finally, he said, "The new king appointed his own man to take over the lordship of Edge, namely one Brandon Long. He, in turn, appointed his brother, Bandar Long, to be guild master. The two of them were old companions of Rogan's, and – well – their life experience, let us say, is not in commerce or jewel craft."
"Who advises Master Bandar, then?" asked Grey.
"He has a deputy, one Cardoc Burn, that he brought along with him. This deputy has a woman, and the woman has a fair quantity of jewels." Bartos dropped his voice to a low murmur. "I'm told she earned her jewels mainly through her lingual dexterity and eagerness to put her unparalleled sphincter control to profitable use." Grey's eyebrows rose, and Bartos shook his head in disgust. "That's right, the guild is being managed according to the tastes of Cardoc's whore. You will want a fair price for the produce of your mines, but I am afraid that the typical raw gemstone is unlikely to appeal to the average blanket-dancer, so I wish you luck with that!"
"In other words, I am not going to be offered a fair price for the clan's stones."
"I find it unlikely," snorted the old jewel smith. "Neither Bandar nor Cardoc would have the least idea of what a fair price might be."
Grey glanced across at the guildhall once more. "Well. I had better pay my respects to the new guild master," he said.
"Respects!" snorted Bartos. "When you are done, let me know whether you think they deserve any. Respects, indeed!"
Grey took the gravel path across the center of the garden and walked in through the open door into the atrium of the guildhall. A pair of guards waited within.
"Your business?" asked one.
"My business is with the master of the guild," replied Grey politely. "I represent the Es-Cal clan, who mine for metals and gemstones under the Iron Mountain."
The second guard stepped through the door to the room Bartos had always used as his office. He returned a moment later and nodded to his colleague.
"Leave your weapons here," said the more talkative guard.
"Really?" asked Grey.
Grey shrugged and removed his sheathed sword and dagger, placing them gently on a table by the door.
"Anything else?" asked the guard. "Knife in a boot, maybe?"
Grey stooped and withdrew a knife from a sheath strapped above his ankle.
The guard grinned at him and checked the other leg.
"Come," he said, and led the way through to the office.
The master's office used to be more like a sitting-room, with comfortable chairs surrounding a low table, the walls hung with matching drapes and shelves full of books, many of them ancient and valuable. Now, however, the room was empty but for a crude wooden table, a single comfortable chair, and a number of wooden crates. IT seemed to Grey that anything of value was being systematically stripped from the building. The chair was occupied by a grossly overweight, richly dressed man. Grey advanced to the table with a polite bob of his head but stopped as a pair of heavily muscled guards fell in on either side of him.
The fat man spoke. "You're the Es-Cal."
"Yes," replied Grey. "Men call me Grey."
"I can see why," the man sneered.
"I presume I have the honor of meeting the new master of the guild?" asked Grey. "Master Bandar?"
Bandar grunted. "What do you want, dust-man?"
"As I am sure you are aware, Master Bandar, the mines of the Es-Cal produce the finest of gemstones. For many years, we have been the premier supplier of gemstones to the craftsmen of Edge. It is a long-standing arrangement that has always been mutually beneficial. Quite simply, sir, I have a quantity of uncut stones to offer for sale to the guild."
Without turning his head, Bandar shouted, "Cardoc! I want you in here!" He gestured to the table in front of his chair. "Come, desert-rat. Show me what you have."
From beneath his outer robe, Grey brought out a small cloth bag and tipped out a score of dull grey rocks onto the table top. Bandar stirred the pile of rocks with a finger.
"What's this supposed to be?" he demanded.
"Raw gemstones," Grey answered. "They need to be cleaned, cut, shaped and polished by an expert to produce a lustrous gem." He leaned forward to separate out three stones. "These three are rubies, the remainder are blue sapphires."
A younger man entered the room. "You called, Master Bandar?"
"Cardoc, there you are. Look – what do you think of these?"
Cardoc picked up stones, one by one, and held them to the light from the window. "Hm," he said, thoughtfully. "Raw gemstones. Quite big, maybe the smiths can save enough to make some use of them. I suggest you offer him ten thallers for the lot."
"Sir, you are mistaken," said Grey, softly. "Each stone is worth at least one hundred. A skilled jewel smith can produce a dozen pieces from each one, and each piece will fetch at least twenty thallers. You are looking at a potential profit considerably in excess of one hundred percent for the guild."
Cardoc scoffed. "Where did you find these, dust-man? Thrown away in the mine tailings? They are close to worthless. Ten thallers for your stones is a generous offer."
"There you are, nomad," said Bandar with a smirk. "We are in a generous mood. Ten thallers."
Grey nodded gravelly. "If that is your view, Master Bandar, then I will take my leave, and my stones." He reached out towards the table.
"Stop!" snapped Bandar. "Hold him!" The two guards flanking him seized his arms. The fat man stood. "That's it?" he asked, his eyes narrowed. "No protestations? No attempt at haggling? You're in a terrible hurry to get away, aren't you? Maybe you stole these?"
"No sir," said Grey. "They are not stolen. They are the property of the Es-Cal clan, and I am stand here as representative of the Father of the Clan. If you have any doubts about that, I suggest that your predecessor, Master Bartos, could set your minds at ease."
Bandar snorted in derision. "I should take the word of a senile old fool that I've thrown out of the guild? I think not. In fact, he's probably your accomplice! If not for Cardoc and I, the pair of you would no doubt have made off with a small fortune. I've heard enough!" He smiled. It was not a pleasant smile. "I'll confiscate these stones, and as for you …" He looked at the guards. "Slit his throat and toss him out with the rest of the trash."
"That would be a mistake," said Grey slowly. "My clan…"
"Is not, nor will it ever be, in a position to do anything about it!"
But Grey had a few unique tricks that nobody else knew about. He focused on diverting energy into his electrocytes – stacks of muscle cells in his limbs that could each store a small electrical charge. It took no more than a second for the charge to build to a useable level. As the guards tightened their grip to force him out the door, his mind released the neurotransmitter that triggered the electrocytes to discharge. It was enough to take the men by surprise – with small yelps they loosened their grip.
Grey moved fast, wrenching his arms free. The rudimentary search at the door had missed two throwing knives in his tunic. He pulled them and flicked them through the air with a fluid motion, hitting Bandar in the throat and Cardoc in the eye. He twisted to one side, head-butting the guard on his left. He grabbed at the man's belt and swung him round to impede the other. His hand snapped up in a vicious palm-strike that drove the heel of his hand into his adversary's face below the nose, smashing bones and driving the shards in deep. He snatched at the guard's longsword, whipped it out and slashed into the man's face. The sword was blunt, but it was heavy, and it caved in his face. He whirled the opposite way and his angular momentum was enough to sweep off the other guard's head despite the sword's lack of a decent edge.
It had taken only a couple of seconds. All four men in the room with him were down. Bandar was feebly clutching at his neck, struggling to make a sound. Cardoc was flat on his back, a knife through his eye socket. Grey retrieved his knives and made sure they were dead.
The noise of a scuffle had not gone unnoticed. The outer door opened, and the atrium guard looked in. His eyes went wide at the scene in the master's office. He drew his sword and attacked with a howl.
Grey brought the borrowed longsword up. The guard ran straight at him and launched himself forward in a fast lunge. Grey side-stepped to avoid him and parried, pushing the blade away to his right. He turned the motion into a spin to gain momentum and slammed his fist into his attacker's face. As the man staggered back, Grey thrust into him, pushing the point of his sword deep under the guard's breastbone until he could feel it scrape along the man's spine.
Before he left the guildhall, Grey gathered up his gemstones and all the coins he could find. There were a great many – so many he gave up counting them. He took some and left the rest in the office.
He crossed the garden to Bartos' workshop where the old man was waiting. Bartos took one look at him and shook his head.
"From the bloodstains, I deduce your price negotiations went poorly, and as a result that the guild of jewelers needs a new head."
"It does," said Grey. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience this is going to cause you."
"Not me," said Bartos. "I have retired. I am taking myself off to the Free Towns, because this place is finished. What do you have there?"
"Coins," said Grey, emptying the bag onto the workbench. "Gold ones. There's more in the guildhall, but, you know, gold's quite heavy, so I left it there."
Bartos gave a little snort of amusement. "The fat slug had been liquidating anything of value he could lay his greedy hands on, whether it belonged to the guild or not. What are you going to do with your stones?"
"Do you want to take them?" asked Grey. "On behalf of the guild. I'd take a thousand thallers for them."
"Hm. That's not enough. Take fifteen hundred." The old man swiftly swept some of the gold coins back into the bag. "Now I suggest you get on the road home, my friend, and don't delay. I'll discover the bodies in the guildhall some time tomorrow when I stop in to say farewell to the guild master." He laughed. "I wonder who will have killed them? It will remain a mystery, if you ask me."
Grey was back at the Jumpoff Inn before nightfall. He barely said a word, but Armon drew all the conclusions he needed from the look in his eye and the stains of blood on his robe.
Armon asked for news, but the response was, "Best you know nothing." Grey left him a bright, shiny gold coin, that Armon was sure he had not possessed earlier, took up a bag of food and a flask of drink, and headed out onto the grey sand.
The southern tip of Iron Mountain was usually considered to be four days' travel from the Jumpoff Inn. On this occasion, Grey had covered the distance in less than two. He had a very bad feeling about what he would find at home.
The Father of the Clan had been evasive about why he wanted Grey to travel to Edge, taking what he took, and above all, why now. He had seemed distressed, pre-occupied, and even a little confused. He had talked vaguely of destiny, and more specifically about Grey's destiny, and how it must inevitably diverge from that of the clan. He had been clear that changes were about to happen in the wetlands – changes whose nature Grey now knew all too well. But he had also hinted at changes in the clan's isolated community at the Iron Mountain.
Father had been right about the wetlands. He had his own ways of finding things out, of piecing together intelligence, and he frequently acted as an information broker to the clans of the desert and the kingdoms of the wetlands. If he had been right about what was happening four days' march away, Grey thought, he was certain to be right about what was happening under his own roof.
Also, Grey had been left distinctly uneasy by Bandar's last words. The clan would never be in a position to do anything…? What did that mean? Nothing good, was his guess.
He had seen a delicate, indistinct smudge, like a fragile wisp of grey lace, floating high in the sky. It was too faint for most to see, but Grey had, among other attributes, exceptional eyesight, and he knew that it was smoke from burning wood. He saw it when he was still distant from home, but he had shuddered at the sight, certain it rose from the Es-Cal community, and he feared what it meant. He had immediately picked up his pace, adjusted his course to approach indirectly, and resolved to travel through the night.
And so, he covered four days' ground in two. By the end, he had ridden his horse to death, but in a carefully judged, cold and calculating way – the animal gave out, and he slit its throat out of compassion, less than one hour's walk from the entrance to the hidden canyons.
He had approached the canyons under cover of darkness. His angle of approach was calculated so he could see the clifftop guard post without being seen. He had observed it to be deserted. Nobody was watching the road to Edge. That was ominous.
He picked his way carefully through the hidden canyons. The entrance to the Es-Cal's village had been eroded by the centuries and modelled by the hands of expert stoneworkers into a labyrinthine maze that was overlooked all the way by clifftop guard posts and barred at several points by huge gates. Gates that stood wide open.
As if the state of the defences had not been enough warning, there was the smell and the sound. He had caught it from well outside – the reek of putrefaction and the stench of incinerated flesh. He heard the hum of swarming insects, the cries of squabbling carrion birds. He saw the bodies of his clan, heaped up and part-burnt, in a huge pile. He dropped to his knees, shocked by what he saw. It was not just the able-bodied men that had been slaughtered and burnt. He could tell from the sizes and the shapes of the bones that the butchery had extended to the women and children of the clan. Tears flowed freely down his face.
He found the elders of the clan in the remains of the moot house, Father among them. They had been tortured, as evidenced by broken fingers and other bones. The moot house had then been set alight around them. Grey hoped they had been dead before the fire reached them.
He guessed what the killers had wanted. He advanced further through the wreckage and found the strong room door, exposed and ajar. He noted that the door was undamaged beyond a few scorch marks, which meant that it had been opened with a key. He walked inside. The clan's treasury was empty. But then Grey had already known it would be.
Who had lived? He asked himself the question but knew the only way to answer it was going to be the stuff of nightmares. More nightmares, he reminded himself, because his nights were often disturbed already, with vague frightening visions of blood, fire and pain. He set to work, transferring burnt bodies from the obscenity that was the pile inside the gate, reverently laying them in a new cremation pit he had dug off to one side. As he worked, he did his best to identify as many as he could, or at least to count and categorise those he could not. Father and the other elders of the clan had maintained impeccable records of births and deaths, and comings and goings.
Grey added dry kindling and fragrant flammable oil to the pit. After the last of the bodies had been laid out, after he completed a careful search to see that all had been accounted for, then he lit the pyre, and not knowing what else to do, softly recited the ancient poem, 'The Song of Man'.
Leaving the pyre to consume the clan, Grey made his way up the cliff paths and across the guard-bridges to the watch station overlooking the Edge road. His tally of the dead had revealed two survivors. One was himself, naturally. He settled down at the top of the cliff to wait for the other.
The voice reached him from the dark. "Little cousin! Have you been waiting long? I am here, little cousin!"
Calling him 'cousin' was a deliberate insult, which Grey assumed was meant to anger him. The man below meant that he was a cousin in the same way that the grey apes from the far south were cousins to homo sapiens. Grey, however, felt no anger. The jibe had long ago lost any sting, and even when fresh, it had carried little hurt, no matter how ill-intended. He knew perfectly well that he was different. Grey scanned the darkness, using all his senses.
"What, cousin, have you fallen asleep? Not to be wondered at, I'm sure you've been working hard all day, tidying up the mess that I left for you. You never lost your knack for women's and children's work, did you?"
Another taunt, meant to sting. Before he could understand and be understood, Grey had needed to earn his keep, and at first it had involved menial tasks that could be taught by gesture and example. The sort of work usually falling to young children.
His night vision was excellent, and he was able to pick out shapes of men among the shadows of the flickering night. His hearing, likewise, was remarkable, and he could discern footsteps here, stones rattling there, a sword being loosened in its scabbard and a bow creaking as it bent.
"Canid got your tongue, cousin? Or perhaps you're just sulking? I know you're up there, I mean, where else would you be? Not laying asleep in the dormitory, I'm sure. No, you're up there, waiting and watching, aren't you?"
Grey's senses went beyond those of other men, something that the Father had cautioned him, years ago, to keep secret even from the clan. He could sense the life below him. Men, sneaking closer to the outer gate, glowed in his enhanced vision. He could even distinguish the faint specks of animals taking shelter among the rocks and hollows at the foot of the cliff. He was sure that he had located all the men beneath, and it was time to act. To begin taking revenge for the massacre of the clan.
He had already knotted ropes, long enough to reach the foot of the cliff, and had tied them off at the top. He had oiled the upper lengths to reduce friction. Now, he gently began to let down a line, careful to make no noise. But before descending, he wanted to reinforce the belief that he was at the guard post. He needed to focus everyone's attention up here.
"It's you, Hunter," he called out. "You are responsible for the madness here, I take it."
"Ah! There you are! I was sure you were up there," came the reply. "But you never were the talkative type, so my friends were starting to wonder."
By the time the Hunter ended his sentence, Grey had silently slid most of the way down to the ground, on oiled cordage. His moccasins reaching the dry length slowed him just short of the ground and he dropped the remaining metre or so, slipping quickly, unseen, into the undulations of the cliff wall. He slipped his bow from his left shoulder, nocked an arrow, picked out a target and loosed. He heard the arrow strike with a low thud, and the target toppled. He already had a second arrow nocked and swung his body to his right to pick out a target and loose again. Another thud, another man down. With the luxury of short range and stationary targets, Grey had hit both men in the neck, leaving them choking on blood.
Someone realised that something was happening and let out a warning shout. All the figures, glowing with life, that Grey had identified from the clifftop began moving, and calling out to each other. They were not sure where he was at first: a couple of arrows flew up toward the top of the cliff. Another of Grey's arrows hit a target, but this time slammed into armour plate with a clang, and from the shouts he could tell that they knew he was at ground level.
Grey slipped away from the cliff, and crouch-ran out into the open desert. He did not want to be trapped with his back against the cliff, rather he preferred space to manoeuvre. He paused on one knee and loosed three more arrows, taking down two targets, before he moved farther into the open. He quickly circled round to his right, shooting then moving, shooting then moving. Quiver empty, he dropped the bow and pulled out his sword.
For a moment he wished he had brought more arrows, because he was now going to have to get up close to do damage to his adversaries. But he had not; live with it, he told himself. He circled a little further, and then crept towards the hidden canyons, and the closest target. Ten metres off, and no-one had seen him. Eight, and no-one had heard him. Six. Four. The warrior in front of him spun round toward him, swinging a longsword, alerted by some sixth sense, or slight sound, or flicker of shadow, or something. Grey ducked under the swing and rammed the point of his own sword up into the man's groin. He jerked it out, dropped, rolled, and came up in a fighting stance. Another warrior came at him from his left, and Grey first swayed back out of range, then thrust forward, arm outstretched, catching the man in the throat. He dropped and rolled again, and this time retreated into the night.
Someone was yelling furiously about forming a shield wall, about not letting Grey get behind them. The enemy were disorganized, and Grey wanted them to stay that way, so he swung his head from side to side, located the noise of the shouting man, and made straight for him.
Once again, they had lost him in the darkness. He suddenly popped up in the middle of a group of half a dozen men and lashed out left and right with sword and dagger, landing strikes and weaving away from counterstrokes with bewildering speed. The man trying to organize the shield wall was the first to go down, slashed across the face. Grey once again swayed out of reach and ducked into the darkness.
So far, Grey had kept the upper hand, thanks to his exceptional vision and ability to sense his targets' life force in the dark. But the enemy were closing in, they were moving around him fast, and he was suddenly shocked out of complacency as one of them loomed right in front of him and hammered a fist into his face. He was lucky; the man seemed just as shocked as he, and was a brawler rather than a warrior. He had reacted to Grey's sudden appearance out of the dark with an instinctive punch rather than a stab or a slash. Grey reacted with the dagger in his left hand, which caught the man across the sword-hand. Sword and fingers flew, and Grey's knee came up into his groin.
Grey realized that his field of vision was acting oddly. The images of his adversaries began variously to blur, to flicker and to fade. Panic gripped him – for the first time that he could ever recall, a part of his brain registered with surprise – and he back-pedalled furiously, swinging his sword wildly. By some miracle, the sword caught someone and brought him down, letting Grey slip into the darkness.
"Targeting overload." Grey was shocked by words coming, unbidden, into his mind. "Resetting targeting system." What? He fought the panic and tried, desperately, to focus on the images in his field of vision. "Base system overload. Base system reboot starting." He had no idea what was happening. The strange words came to him in a voice that in his head sounded female and comforting, but he was anything but comforted as his vision deteriorated, his hearing dulled, and he felt inexplicably sore and tired.
"He's here!" Another voice, this time from outside his head. He saw shapes moving, a deeper black against the night. They were coming for him. He dropped to one knee, avoiding a sword swinging for his head, and, consciously drawing on his training, he rolled forward, springing up and planting his sword firmly into someone's chest. What had, only minutes ago, been unconscious reflex was now an effort of recollection and conscious will. He parried, parried, ducked, parried and thrust, and then did it all again. He felt his sword hit bodies, but then gasped in pain as others' swords sliced his arm, his leg, his face.
His dagger became embedded in bone and was wrenched out of his hand by a falling body. He collapsed onto one knee, fighting for breath, and frantically looked about for his next adversary.
"Little cousin, little cousin," came the Hunter's voice. "I have to say, you surpassed all my expectations. I knew you were quite a capable fighter, but you have outdone yourself."
A brief auroral flare illuminated the Hunter's sardonic face, as Grey collapsed, gasping and bleeding, onto the ground. "Do you know, I brought eighteen fellows tonight. Eighteen! And now you and I are the only ones left standing." He gave a derisive snort of laughter. "All right, I am left standing. You seem to be sniveling on the ground like a worm." He walked around Grey shaking his head. "Look at you. I mean, just look at you. Are you going to die on your belly, little cousin?"
"Why?" It was all Grey could do to get the word out.
The Hunter laughed. "Why? Well, why not? I don't expect you to understand. Actually, I don't need you to understand. All I need from you is a simple answer." He leaned forward, and a glare of malevolence transformed his face. "Where is it?"
Grey grimaced. "Gone."
"I know it's gone, you half-wit. I could see it was gone the minute I opened up the damned vault. What did you do with it?" The Hunter leaned over him and placed the tip of his sword on Grey's stomach.
"The mine is exhausted," said Grey, but the Hunter interrupted him.
"Don't tell me what I already know, you idiot," he spat. "Yes, I know, the yield from the mine is way down. The treasury is going to be the clan's only resource, and our stupid elders wanted to use it to subsidize our traditional way of life in the middle of damned dusty nowhere, forever and ever. They want us to be true to the spirit of our ancestors." He spoke in a sneering, contemptuous tone. "The ancient Es-Cal always lived here so those idiots decided we should always live here. Well, that's not what I want! I know, just as you know, that there is more to life than dried fruit, smoked lizard and filtered water. The difference between us is that I intend to have more." The Hunter began pacing impatiently. "Things are changing. Things have changed. There's a new king over in the wetlands, and he wants to work with the coming men of our generation. All I need is a stake to buy in, and Edge is mine! Who knows what comes next? With the customs revenues, I could be at the right hand of High King Rogan when he unites the wetland kingdoms."
The Hunter turned back to Grey and again put his sword-tip on his stomach. "But you went off with the contents of the vault, didn't you! Now, for the last time, where is it?"
"Father knew," said Grey. "He sent me off to keep it safe. He knew the king would fall, and that you were his son's man. He thought you couldn't be trusted with the fate of the clan."
The Hunter applied weight, just a little, so that the sword tip penetrated Grey's skin, making him wince. "Last chance, little ape, and then you die, slowly and painfully, for my amusement. Just tell me where it is, and you can die fast. I won't make the offer again, so come on, tell me."
Grey started to chuckle. He knew things that the Hunter didn't. He laughed. Things about himself. The Hunter simply stared at him in disbelief. Then he shook his head and started to lean more weight on his sword.
Grey stood up.
The Hunter stepped back in shock, because Grey stood up, his motion driving the sword right through his own body and out the back. Pain seared through Grey's body. Blood gushed out, front and back, and he laughed, spraying blood with his breath into the Hunter's horrified face.
"What -" the Hunter started to say, but Grey's left hand clamped onto his throat and stopped him.
"Goodbye, Hunter," said Grey. He had a knife in his right hand, and he plunged it straight into the Hunter's eye, and pushed it through the back of the socket, and deep into his brain.
The lean grey man lay quietly, propped against the cliff in a shaded corner, and waited to heal.
At some point – he had no idea when – that strange comforting voice in his head told him to sleep, that she would keep watch. Whatever she might be. But he knew, from the change in the heat of the sun, that he had slept, and somehow no scavengers had disturbed him.
So, he lay there, and waited, and wept for his lost clan.
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And, as has become a sort of Monday Night World Music tradition, my first show after the festival is an adventure in international jazz.
Tonight's set will include selections from three new (to me) artists whom I heard for the first time at the festival. You'll hear Regina Carter, a violin player whose band includes an accordion and a kora, the traditional string instrument from Mali. Also in the mix, a sneak peek at Miguel Zenón's new album of jazz grooves inspired by Puerto Rico. And there will be music from Israeli trumpeter Avishai Cohen.
Also in the world-jazz mix, South Africa's Hugh Masekela; some Indo-Jazz fusion from the likes of Rudresh Mahanthappa and Vijay Iyer; and much, much more. This is a set you don't want to miss. So come hang out and enjoy the grooves tonight from 6–8:30PM SLT. You can find us in world at Madhu's Café Indien, or listen in on Radio Riel's main stream. Hope to see you there!


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The new branding represents the horticultural minds that DCF supports through its scholarships, creating opportunities for those with a passion for plants but limited funds to invest.
In line with its support for students, DCF worked with a team studying graphic communication and typography at Reading University to produce its new logo and promotional materials. The team was tasked to help the charity better demonstrate its relationship with horticultural students using an attention-grabbing visual that they could relate to and be attracted to. The brand project was run as part of a 'real jobs' scheme.
This is the second time DCF has worked with students on one of its projects. Previously its orchid collection was produced for retail with the input of horticultural pupils.
Following on from the rebrand, a new website will feature an online scholarship application form to streamline the application process as well as a resources section for students and tutors.
DCF Trustee Jeff Colegrave says he hopes the new branding connects with students and encourages them to apply for a DCF scholarship. "Ultimately this is all about investing in the industry's future," he added.
DCF's scholarship season is open until 31 January 2017. Several scholarships are available reaching support of up to £1,500, including Student Scholarships as well as Sponsored Scholarships by Ball Colegrave, Floranova, the South West Growers Show and the British Protected Ornamentals Association (Peter Seabrook Bursary).
DCF debuted its new branding at the South West Growers Show in Devon last week (5 October).
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Magnetic resonance imaging machines, or MRIs, use strong magnetic fields and radio waves to look inside a patient without the need for surgery or the use of damaging radiation such as X-rays. MRIs have become the preferred modality of choice in diagnosing complex issues.
An MRI is noisy because its magnetic field is created by running electrical current through a coiled wire—an electromagnet. The electromagnet is switched on and off resulting in the loud clicking noise that is part of having an MRI exam
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Unlike many other MRI facilities, Open Imaging insists that our MRI scans are interpreted by a subspecialty radiologist. A subspecialty radiologist is one that is not only trained to read MRI scans, but he/she has taken one to three additional years of training to read MRI exams within their specialty. For example, if the patient had an MRI scan of the knee, that scan is read by a musculoskeletal radiologist that specialized in reading MRI scans of the knee. Likewise, if the patient had an MRI scan of the brain, that scan is read by a neuro-radiologist that has additional years of training to read those MRI scans. This is an important point of distinction between Open Imaging and other MRI centers.
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There are many fees required (Often surpassing the interest spared).
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But chances are that in the event that you read this, you have already tried out this procedure, and found out that your credit rating is so poor that you can not get a consolidated loan, that you are pretty much too far advanced and the small amount of interest saved on will likely not make a huge difference. Most likely you've just had enough of the phone calls, demands and feeling of despair that debt brings– and you are searching for a solution that can offer you a new beginning.
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It is not Bankruptcy, but rather an 'act of Bankruptcy' which indicates that if you cannot properly establish a PIA a creditor can easily apply to a court to declare you Bankrupt and push you to follow those steps. So it may appear that PIA is a really good choice when it concerns Bankruptcy, but it is seldom an easy procedure to actually get all your creditors to agree– and if you don't get at least 75% of them to agree, the PIA fails and this will complicate the concern with Bankruptcy.
OPTION 3 -Debt Agreements.
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So with Bankruptcy, what is the benefit to a Debt Agreement? The debt agreement is often faster to set up and are a bit easier when it concerns regulating trustees and dealing with the government. It can also make things easier to keep operating your small business or be a director of a company.
When it comes to Bankruptcy I've become aware of lenders going with less than 80 % on infrequent occasions, but that usually only occurs with a public company entering receivership with outstanding significant sums of money (the sort that makes the news). If you are owed $10million and you know the people who are obligated to repay you the money have a group of dazzling attorneys and some very clever frameworks in position and they offer 5 % of the debt, you may accept it and be grateful. Sadly, average people like you and me in Dubbo aren't getting that privileged!
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I would certainly advise beginning by looking at a debt consolidation– but if you are too much in debt, it most likely won't make a lot difference and you will be flooded with fees.
Then, you need to look at whether you are entitled for a Debt Agreement. If you aren't, look at a Personal Insolvency Agreement. But despite which one you choose, you need to be realistic with your expectations because when it concerns Bankruptcy nothing is easy.
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Almagro are firmly rooted to the bottom of the table, without a win and with just four points from ten games, and after Monday night's 1-0 home defeat by Gimnasia y Esgrima La Plata, parted company with Husillos.
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10 Things A Stay-At-Home Mom Really Means When She Says She's "Busy"
"Busy" isn't just a state of mind. For me, it's the culmination of my entire existence, specifically over the last 10 years. As a mom of two who spends the majority of her time solely interacting with humans ages 10 and under, generally cleaning up or chasing after them most hours of most days, I can attest to all the things a stay-at-home mom really means when she says she's "busy" because, well, I am her.
While I can happily say I now enjoy steady work from the softest, most back-damaging couch cushion (as opposed to years of finicky freelance work), my children are always nearby, never hesitating to ask for another snack that requires too much preparation, another movie I can't seem to find, or another request that involves me doing something I absolutely don't want to do, like traversing down to our local playground. Now that school's out it's time for the yearly tradition of next-level "busy." While slightly different, in that we don't have the same get-up-and-get-to-school routine, I'm maxed-out on finding ways to keep the kids busy through the course of an entire day so I can get anything else done. One can only go on so many walks around our quiet neighborhood, or pick up so many sticks "for fun."
After years of doing this mom thing, it's taken a lot of fails to figure out how to fight being "busy" all the time. The truth is, I surrendered. I'm sorry to all who've asked me to meet up for a spur-of-the-moment whatever, or even the Friday night thing four months in advance. Sometimes I'm just too busy. With that, here's what I, and every other stay-at-home mom, mean by that. You know, just in case you think I do nothing while I'm home all day with two tiny humans.
"I'm Driving Miles Out Of My Way For The Best Latte In Town"
I'm a self-proclaimed latte enthusiast and will go far out of my range to get my favorite cup. The place I frequent on a regular basis takes about 20 minutes each way, and it's well worth it. In fact, I'd drive farther for if I had to.
To most, it sounds snobbish to refuse gas station coffee (or even to make a pot of coffee myself), or ridiculous that I'm so "busy" getting my daily latte, but without it I'm barely human. So really, it's for everyone's own good that I do this.
"I'm Re-Folding The Clothes My Kids Used As A 'Mountain'"
You can usually find me folding and re-folding piles of clothes that my kids used to jump on, cover themselves up with, or toss into the air "like rain." If the kids aren't messing with my neat piles, it's my cats with all their fur. I don't want to kill everyone's joy by demanding the fun ends there, so even though I have way too many un-related things to get done I know "fold laundry" will always be on the list, too. Always.
"I'm Ordering Dinner Because I Burnt The Homemade One"
On most nights I will have dinner all planned and prepped, only to get distracted, miss the beeping timer on the stovetop, and dinner ends up being complete trash. I'm so sorry I can't return your call or answer the door because I'm busy trying to salvage this meal, somehow and someway, without causing an argument over how.
"I'm Unclogging The Toilet Again"
Kids and toilets. Toilets and kids. They absolutely do not mix, but when they do and a disaster ensues, that's usually when someone asks me to go to dinner.
"I'm Dancing With My Kids"
Sometimes "busy" to me (and a lot of stay-at-home moms) is whatever my kids need from me. Even though I'm home all day, I also balance work and household chores. By the end of the day my kids need something concrete from me — undivided attention, if you will.
So yes, sometimes I'm "busy" having the ultimate dance battle with my kids and am too "busy" to get to the grocery store for a long list of things no one needs right this minute. When my kids need me, that's all I'm focused on.
"I'm Rocking My Youngest To Sleep Because This Sleep Regression Will End Me"
There's little that's harder to explain to any outsider without kids what sleep regression hell feels like. Maybe I'm not "busy" by other standards, but other stay-at-home moms know this exhaustion in their bones.
One day I had to sit in the recliner for hours while my youngest napped, because he had a cold that prevented him from breathing while lying down. I had other things to do, sure, but this mattered more.
"I'm Trying To Find My Damn Phone"
Do you know how many times a day I can't find my phone? Yes, that's a rhetorical question, because the answer is "too damn many." My kids play games on it while I work and, honestly, my memory isn't the greatest so I might've put it somewhere? Maybe? I don't know.
If you call and I don't answer or call back, I'm busy looking for the phone! Or, I've found it but I'm making up for lost time I've spent searching for the thing.
"I'm Having An Important Conversation With My Kids"
The other da, I was "busy" for awhile while I talked to my son about why he can never use the scissors to cut his sister's hair. Ever. Well, ever again. Then, I had to clean up the hair. This is my "busy."
"I'm Spending Time By Myself"
Once in a blue moon (literally), I get an evening all to myself. No partner or kids or obligations. Just me. Why the hell would I want to go anywhere or do anything if I can sit and basque in the quiet for longer than a nanosecond? Sometimes putting myself first is the most important thing I can do and I'm not sorry about it.
"I Don't Want To Do Whatever It Is You're Going To Ask Me To Do"
Yeah, sometimes us stay-at-home moms aren't that busy. I mean, we are because we're doing all the damn things, but if I really wanted to make time to go out (which requires getting dressed first) or return a call (that will eat up 25 minutes of time I don't have), I suppose I could. I just don't want to.


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