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. . . for you, personally :

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BECOME A BELIEVER . . .

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KNOW IN WHOM YOU HAVE BELIEVED . . .

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Hear people complaining
They say they got dealt
The roughest deal
They cry when it's raining
No bread for the latest meal
But if there's no heaven
You can be sure there's no hell
And if there's no devil
There won't be no god to hear you yell
See people get holy
They're turning some plain water to wine
They're living life slowly
They can look up and see
The day turn fine
But ask them the question
And no answer is there
Whether you're eastern or western
There's only one pace that we can share
One day at a time
See people get sickly
The shock passes down from bad to worse
The backs up and prickly
Roll in a ball and pretend
You got no purse
But if this continues where does it all end?
I'm in the retinue
Till i see broken wishes mend
One day at a time
So when you get lonely
Be good to yourself and bless the day
Know you are the only
One who can deliver what i say
Try fighting the fever
Try popping the pill
Become a believer
Try separating life from still
One day at a time

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How do you like this song: I'm asking because it was considered a song of Polish economic emigrants in England. I like it, the more that the audio and video track work together, and did it make an impression on you?
The artist C-BooL in England is very well known and appreciated among the Polish community, especially those who have time not only for work, but also for clubs with Polish music. It is also slowly becoming known in the Netherlands. It is not as well known as your favorite Sanah is in Poland, but C-BooL is not promoted as much as they promote Sanah. They must have come to the conclusion that good music will break through without promotion. I noticed that Poles do not like people who have achieved significant success abroad. Perhaps that is why in the Polish media they promote losers, and people like C-BooL remain unknown. Grab one of his latest songs

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C-BooL w Anglii jest dobrze znany i ceniony wśród polonii, szczególnie tej, która ma czas nie tylko na pracę, ale też na kluby z muzyką polskich twórców. Powoli również zaczyna być znany w Niderlandach. Łap jedną z jego najnowszych piosenek: https://youtu.be/6MRPDLpUZjA

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Potentially yes! Though still finalising some things with my brother. He currently lives in Scotland, so just having to wait for him to reply lol

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Originally I was meant to be working Christmas day! But because my boyfriend knows how my family does Christmas, he offered to take my shift and do the day instead! Which I'm insanely grateful to him for :3

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So I think I will still be working Christmas Eve, but I will be on the open, so would be done by 1pm latest! But we celebrate my Grandad's birthday despite him passing away. So we have a chocolate gateau (my grandad's favourite), all ready to have a nice tea in the evening!

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Then Christmas day, we open presents around 9-10. Watch the Snowman, listen to Christmas music, and then at 1pm we have our Christmas dinner! We've always had it at lunch time and then have a more relaxed evening! :)
So it's just a nice family time :3

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" "Licence vs. License—Spelling Rules

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License is both a noun and a verb in the United States.

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If you live in any other English-speaking country, you will spell it licence when you use it as a noun and license when you use it as a verb." "

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(above purely for information! - as well as respecting the English language [which americanes are hell-bent in destroying] it is useful in differentiating between noun and verb!)

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YES !
Everyone in UK has a driving licence, at least 'provisional'
Unless they are delinquent !
(LOL ~ there are other circumstances for lacking!)

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Even my Viki, who is Russian , has a UK driving licence !

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Takes about 2 minutes to apply ~ a little longer if you're not a Brit ; about 2 weeks to arrive in the post.

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Passing your test is an entirely different matter.

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If you have a good mentor & are switched on ; a parent or similar can teach you the basics; clutch-control etc. (only american'ts & idiots drive 'automatics')
Then around 6 professional lessons (you can pass your theory while doing these) then pass your test, but need to apply for your test well in advance, because UK gov. are baffoons & 'slow' - like most.

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If you pass your test in an 'automatic' (transmission) ~ your licence won't permit you to drive a proper car !

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My latest BMW , although 'manual' (transmission) has too much auto stuff on it ~ such as no handbrake as such . . . . it is driving me nuts ; takes all the pleasure out of driving . . .

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In UK , a driving licence is essential, unless you want to carry your passport everywhere . You see , in BRIT-land , it is a human right not to have to carry I.D. ~ so , if you LOOK under 25 , you need either a driving licence or passport if you have to prove you're over 18 ! (for adult indulgences!) . Though you can get a licence @ 16 , but not drive a car until you are 17 . . . .

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{in yanky-land it's so different ~ babies are born wearing cars , as a translucent membrane , it hardens into a car at age 5, when they are allowed to drive without learning anything other than walk in a straight-ish line to entertain cops when asked}

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A lot depends on what type of job, and what is culturally correct for you.
The first impression is the best. So, you have to wear good official wear for an interview. It will help you to get confident always. But, first, you have to be comfortable with your choice..

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Basically, very generally, you wear the least possibly offensive thing. Nothing too short, too revealing, too bright or too garish. Unless you’re going for a fashion industry job.

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Then you wear the latest style or put together your own fashion style to present yourself.

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If you’re going for a waitress or factory job, look sensible, neat slacks, clean shirt, ironed, and a nice cardigan with sensible shoes so you look like you can do the job from day one.

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If you’re going for a professional job, then a suit or dress with a jacket.

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If you’re unsure as to the corporate culture then park outside the office and watch as they come out and dress like the people they’ve already hired.

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Best of luck🌸

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He was a total liability during the pandemic, £8.7 BILLION of sub-par PPE wasted and had to be destroyed, much of it bought from companies set up by his mates that left medical staff having to wear bin liners.
He’s a disgrace.
If it wasn’t for the NHS properly managing the vaccine roll-out that he claimed credit for, he’d have been looked at like he was another Failing-Chris-Grayling. (If you recall, Grayling was another minister around the same time who destroyed everything he touched - e.g. the procurement of a post-Brexit ferry system from a company with no ships and no shipping experience and using the website of a pizza takeaway.)
If it wasn’t for Hancock’s political shiteshow that caused people real harm, I’d just write him off as a hapless wazzock.
His latest stunt of trying to participate in a reality tv series based in Australia while he’s still a sitting MP saw him lose the Conservative Party whip given he was basically intending to desert his constituents while still being paid to represent them as their MP.
An absolute twat.

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Katherine returned the kiss, mirroring his passion. A soft muffled whimper once the kiss ended. She didn’t have time to even recover from that kiss before she was flipped around, her back flush with her torso while facing the wall. She released a soft moan of his name as soon as his kisses were planting on her neck, reflexively she leaned her head back against his shoulder, furthering his access, she moved her hips back against his, grinding was her only form of control in the position but again, not even that lasted and after the few words he voiced, the brunette was left touchless and frustrated.
She turned to face him, her expression reflecting just how unamused she was at the entire situation; his latest display of jealousy and dominance had left the doppelganger wanting him, badly and the biggest problem was that he knew it.
breathing heavily as she starred at him, her eyes glimmered with a mixture of lust and frustration. She ran a hand through her curls, brushing them away from her face, it wasn’t rejection but rather Damon teasing her, she reasoned. “something tells me it’s a little too late for that.” Katherine provoked, granting Damon no time to respond, her lips were on his in a nanosecond and her hands roaming his chest and shoulders from underneath the shirt. “we’re probably the worst rescue squad in history.” Katerina mumbled into the kiss, smiling at just how much truth that statement held.
She dipped her face into his neck, getting carried away rather quickly once her lust took over, lips scattering kisses all the way to his collar bone before she suddenly stepped back, chest raising and falling with suppressed desire; the voice of reason had seeming punctured throw the thick veil of desire and Katherine felt the need for a last warning. “if we don’t leave now, Damon. I assure you we wont until the morning.” Katherine informed, unsure herself if her words were meant to be a threat or a promise. Images from last night danced in her line of vision, causing her to smacked herself mentally, realizing just what she might lose with those words, or most likely just delay, but she knew that if they continued the only thing they would be finding is another bed while Stefan’s fangs deep in victims.

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Damon's determination sparked a new hope in Katherine; a vision of an actual future for the two danced before her eyes as she held on to him like a lifeline.
Katherine didn't hold back a small chuckle at his latest confession; although dreams of a moment like this were no stranger to Katherine, she felt she'd been generous enough for the day plus she couldn't have Damon get too cocky on her.
With her arms still wrapped around his neck, Katherine's head tilted to the side slightly as she remembered. "Then I guess I need to break a couple of hearts now." She teased, referring to the many relationships she was currently in out of shared interests and in the name of self-preservation, compulsion doesn't work on vampires, that meant to get someone to look out for her, Katherine had to use her other talents.
"but remember that 'friend' who gave me news about Stefan and Klaus?" Eyebrows raised in a questioning manner before she continued. "Well, he is kind of a special friend too." She admitted, keeping it playful before she reached her hand to stroke Damon's hair softly. "That one we do need to keep for now, he's a leverage." the brunette informed.
Katherine didn't expect much understanding from a man as possessive as Damon but she had a point. The fact that her statements were only going to cause his jealousy to hit the ceiling was just a happy accident for Katherine.
"I'm gonna go get you that shirt." A peak to his lips was the last thing she did before she exited the door, fully aware that she'd barely left Damon enough time to express his many opinions on the matter, knowing that he will do just that once she returned.
Katherine got lucky, having found the two shirts in Damon's size just a few rooms ahead. Not having to break in as she timed her fast entery with the room service was another smart move on her behalf.
She returned less than 10 minutes later, holding the shirts on the hangers. "I'm not sure about you but I've always thought you looked dashing in black." She said holding the darker shirt in front of the dark blue one, flashing Damon a flirtatious smirk.

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As many other Spaniards, I learned English despite the education system, not because of it. I absorbed as much as I could from the school, which is pretty much a decent knowledge of the English grammar, an only because I was the bookworm type of kid. Most of my peers were perfectly able to sit through 8 years of English lessons and thousands of exercises without learning much. And, as it turns out, the passive voice isn't cool anymore, none of my teachers got the memo though. So, how did I learn? Mostly books (gotta read the latest Harry Potter book NOW), TV shows, and English language forums, as you can find much more people with much more interesting things to say. Spanish online forums used to be pretty shity, as nobody bothered to write more than one line and there was so few people. I also took advantage of some oportunities to travel to English speaking places for free (twice with scholarships and three times for work). I always tried to speak with as many people as possible in my visits, as oppossed to the ancestral Spanish custom of sticking with the pack of Spaniards and limiting English comunications to McFlurry purchases at McDonalds. At first, I learned mostly through books and video games (this was in the early 90s, so no internet yet). English classes in school started in fifth grade, but at that point I had already taught myself enough to occasionally spot mistakes the teachers made. My family moved to North America when I turned 13, and my English improved even further. During my time there my test scores in English were usually close to perfect, and I had no problems keeping up with the other students. I started having English dreams around that time, too. To this day, many of my dreams are entirely in English, even if they feature friends and family who don't really speak the language. When we returned three years later, my English was more or less at the level of a native speaker. My spoken English has probably gotten a bit rusty over the past decade, since I don't really use it much these days. Everything else is as good as ever, though, if not better. I can thank the internet for that, I guess. In school from grade 5 to 10 and then continued in high school (the equivalent) to grade 12. Up until that point my English was rather mediocre. But I continued to "learn" English by watching movies and shows in that language only with German subtitles and few years after that I switched to English subtitles - also (online) gaming and browsing websites in English language. Now ~7 years after finishing school my English is much better than it used to be and I consider it to be a language I am almost fluent in. It's still nothing compared to my native language in some or most cases though.

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Katherine was almost disappointed that she got no reaction to her latest method of provocation but sensing his annoyance was victory enough and she took it with a devilish smirk.
Damon was soon reaching for her hand and consequently agreeing to act his part in their little play.
Holding hands, fingers intertwined, Katherine couldn't help but think how little she minded if this was more than a cover. Her gaze lingered on their hands until Damon spoke, addressing the receptionist. Hearing him actually use her ex lover's name was hilarious to hear and she could barely suppress a chuckle; getting on Damon's last nerve had became a hobby of hers ever since her return, activated his jealousy was another one so combining the two was naturally entertaining. She couldn't help think about whether Damon wondered about her and Mason, about how truthfulness of her feelings towards him.

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Thoughts were interrupted when thewoman at the desk quickly gave them a key with no further questions, wishing them a happy stay and a great honeymoon to which she received an out of character cheerfulthanks from Katherine.

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On the elevator ride with some strangers, Katherine wrapped his arm around her shoulder before raising his hand to her lips, softly planting soft kissed to his knuckles; maybe she did it to continue the show, maybe just to toy with him further or maybe it felt natural,to her it didn't matter as long as he didn't know the reason.

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Arriving to the room, she slipped her hand out of Damon's, closing the door behind. "There's a hospital near by, I'll go pick us up a few bloodbags. We need to lay low while we're here, we already left a body behind. That can't happen again." Katherine warned, reminding him of their little hunt and accidently reminding herself of all that happened after it.
"I got us here. Told you exactly where they'd be but it's you who needs to do the saving. I'm already too close to Klaus and getting caught again isn't exactlyon my agenda."

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Queen Elizabeth was the epitome of what it meant to be British - the impact that this has had on the British psyche is yet to be fully seen, I think. There are very few people alive that haven't lived through the Queen's rule. She was invincible, until all of a sudden she wasn't. And I've seen a lot of comments from foreigners expressing their sorrow, but I don't think they fully grasp what this means to the country.

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The Queen exemplified everything it was to be British. She was tea and scones, red buses, the war effort. She was "Keep Calm and Carry On." She was year and years of unfailing loyalty, calm amongst the chaos, Churchill. She appointed 14 prime ministers - she isn't just our longest reigning monarch, she was the second-longest reining monarch in the entire world. She hosted 13 of the 14 last American presidents. She has been the head of our household through wars and pandemics. Within the last week, she appointed our latest prime minister. She worked until the day she died.

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And now we, Britain, have to learn what it means to be British all over again.

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"Because, Damon," Katherine started, turning her attention off the road and back on Damon. There were so many reasons for her previous statement, most of which could even go unmentioned. "Somehow you're still the exact same man for me as back then." She flashed a smile, devilish, even a little flirtatious maybe but genuine nonetheless.

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So much could go under that statement, in Katherine's eyes very little had changed, he was still impulsive, courageous and even stupid for love; After all wasn't the reason why they were together right now that Damon had ,again, almost gotten himself killed by trying to help people he cared about? Plus, in light of his latest confessions, not even the way he felt for her had changed. Katerina could have explained all that but she felt her simple answer would be enough to get the idea across.

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"Maybe." Katherine chuckled seductively in reaction to his question, her mind wandering back to countless times where he'd willingly offered her his blood. Even back then she'd preferred his blood to Stefan's, she couldn't find a reason as she'd swear that her hearts loyalty only belonged to the younger Salvatore so she convinced herself it was only better because it was willingly given to her but Katherine wouldn't try convincing herself of such a lie again; the connection between the two certainly played a crucial role there and the doppelganger wouldn't dare deny that any longer.

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She casually decided to share that fact, turning her body towards his, her undivided attention on him as she reached a hand, tracing the collar of his shirt with the tips of her fingers, slowly heading north. "The truth is, I've always preferred your blood to Stefan's." She admitted, her voice a soft whisper as her fingers finally traced over his neck lightly. She couldn't deny that she had wondered how Damon's blood tasted now that he was a vampire, a vampire that's turned by her own blood.

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His comment caught her off guard and it showed as her hand stopped(..)

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Damon's entrance drew her attention back to him, he finally looked like himself again, just so dashing, Katherine thought to herself. The corners of her lips lifted in a flirtatious smirk as she slowly slowed down her spinning till she stopped completely.

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"And risk your precious E-lena, coming in on us with a fifth lecture? No thanks." She teased, exaggerating a pout.

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She pushed herself off the chair, strutting towards him slowly. "Though I'm sure I'll get the chance to take you up on that offer soon enough." She smirked, a devilish twinkle in her eyes as she started buttoning his shirt up for him. Taking her sweet time, allowing the ever so natural sexual tension to thicken the air around the two.

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His question about a plan, made her eyes snap back to his face after they'd lingered a little too long on his chest and neck as she buttoned the last two up. "Better." She started, snatching the bottle out of his hand playfully.

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"We'll wait for them there." Did that mean she already had an idea of Klaus' plans for Stefan? Yup, she definitely did. " I have a 'friend', he's got connections and he doesn't mind looking out for me every now and then, he told me exactly where they'd be." She paused only to elongate Damon's moment of anticipation. "Chicago." She revealed, taking a long sip of her freshly stolen bottle, by the looks of it Damon wasn't going to want it back anytime soon, Katherine could only imagine why.

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"You spend a 500 years running from a murderous, toxic hybrid and you'll learn to pick up on the way his mind ticks." She shrugged, heading towards the door in silent affirmation to his last question.

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Katerina grabbed his car key throwing them to him as she demanded. "You drive." Stepping outside then quickly making herself comfortable in the passenger seat of her latest stolen vehicle, a red Range Rover. Damon's car was too Damon not be traced.

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"I got a hotel room to book, any special requests?" She asked playfully, taking her phone out.

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“I deserve this, I deserve to die.” Damon croaked, the tone of his shivering voice so unfamiliar to Katherine’s perked ears as perhaps even to his own. Standing right behind the door frame of Damon’s bedroom, eavesdropping. She hadn’t even been too careful as to not make a sound on her way in. surely under any other circumstances, Damon’s sharp hearing would have picked up her high-heeled steps immediately, however this couldn’t be further from normal, hence she was there to say goodbye to the elder Salvatore. Her mind casually wandered to their last encounter. ‘You don’t get a goodbye’ well, she was going to get one whether he liked it or not.
Katherine thought about it one last time, reconsidering her latest plan; was it really fair to let Damon believe he was dying when she held the cure in her pocket? Well, he’s the one who wouldn’t do as much as blinking in her direction if it he didn’t need something. She missed her old Damon, or maybe she just missed toying with him a bit.
“No...” Elena argued in a whisper almost matching his own as she slid lower on the bed, meeting his weak gaze with her own steady reassuring one.
“I agree.” Kathrine interrupted revealing herself as she leaned against the door frame, startling them both. As if ashamed Elena quickly gathered herself up and off the bed, both eying Katherine with furrowed eyebrows leaning on confusion. “What?” Katherine pushed herself from the door frame, previously folded arms now released to dangle at her sides as she strutted towards the bed. “Did you really think I’d just let you die and not come by?” eyebrows raised in a questioning manner as she sat down on the bed. “Stefan’s still negotiating with Klaus over the cure, things weren’t going that well by the time Klaus released me.” She breathed out, her words aimed at both as she was sure this was to be their first question. “or decided to give me a head start.” She corrected, knowing better than to think Klaus would just release her like that. She guessed he’d just enjoyed hunting her a little too much.
Elena getting the hint as to leave the room, allowing Katherine to say her goodbyes uninterrupted. Damon would know how to get her to leave if that’s what he wished, Elena thought. Not that she’d be any help removing Katherine from the room if the situation demanded.
“so,” the brunette started relieved of Elena’s presence in the room, taking the liberty to pull Damon’s sleeve up a little to stare at his bite. “oh, you were right. It does look bad.” Katherine admitted, noes scrunched up, referring to their last conversation. “Did the hallucinations start yet?”

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