Discussing the fridge /freezer...

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baileyboy Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007

during the summer months gerry had wrote in his blog that the freezer at the rented villa had broken and he took it to the dump. the blog was edited within 24 hours. there was a large thread about it on here. i rembember that in one of the portugese papers the owners of the villa saying they were not informed of the breakdown and that gerry had replaced the freezer.

i also believe that all the apartment in the ocean club are privately owned and all have fridges/freezers. i also recently found out that the apartment the mccanns moved to from 5a after the 3rd may was an apartment on the complex owned by a mr and mrs hubbard!!!

how very strange

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baileyboy - is that really true? If so - OMG. Not sure, but I think Rev Hubbard is Canadian. Either Kate or Gerry (can't remember which one) has relatives in Canada, and these relatives came to see them in PDL after Maddie vanished.

How did you find out about apartment being owned by a Mr and Mrs Hubbard?

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baileyboy
i was searching the internet for a apartment to stay in the algarve 2 weeks ago. i came across a website that listed private apartments.their was a few a the ocean club on the list and the name hubbard stuck out.
there was photos of the rooms and something rang a bell as if i recognized it. so i spent days looking pics of the mccanns and quite afew pics taken in june and july taken inside apartment are an exact match for wallpaper/ furniture as the image shown on the apartment the hubbards have for rent.

i believe the rev hubbard comes to portugal every year so i presume he needs somewhere to live.

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plath

WOW - that's interesting. Thanks baileyboy

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Christie

There is another subject on this Forum here about the Priests being re-interviewed and I had not realised that this Hubbard man was also the person from whom they rented the apartment where the fridge freezer was dumped from.

Thanks for posting info about this.

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sentinel

[quote="baileyboy"]during the summer months gerry had wrote in his blog that the freezer at the rented villa had broken and he took it to the dump. the blog was edited within 24 hours. there was a large thread about it on here. i rembember that in one of the portugese papers the owners of the villa saying they were not informed of the breakdown and that gerry had replaced the freezer.

i also believe that all the apartment in the ocean club are privately owned and all have fridges/freezers. i also recently found out that the apartment the mccanns moved to from 5a after the 3rd may was an apartment on the complex owned by a mr and mrs hubbard!!!

how very strange[/quote]

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complete fabrication!

prove it!
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"..their profile simply doesn't fit as killers of their own child.".... Stephens (lord)

Spin on that! ......Senti

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scarf1

I wonder if anyone has saved Gerry's blogs from day to day, rather than all at once many weeks later? It would show up any editing at a later date.

 

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sentinel

dear scarf
I'm sure someone will have

Incidentally, there was at least 1 instance of a gerry blog edit!
can't remember what it was and i don't have any proof

so i should STFU!
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"..their profile simply doesn't fit as killers of their own child.".... Stephens (lord)

Spin on that! ......Senti

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moonforest

Christie, as far as I've understood it the fridge was not from the original appartment but from a private villa the McCanns used later on.

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baileyboy

[quote="sentinel"][quote="baileyboy"]during the summer months gerry had wrote in his blog that the freezer at the rented villa had broken and he took it to the dump. the blog was edited within 24 hours. there was a large thread about it on here. i rembember that in one of the portugese papers the owners of the villa saying they were not informed of the breakdown and that gerry had replaced the freezer.

i also believe that all the apartment in the ocean club are privately owned and all have fridges/freezers. i also recently found out that the apartment the mccanns moved to from 5a after the 3rd may was an apartment on the complex owned by a mr and mrs hubbard!!!

how very strange[/quote]

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complete fabrication!

prove it![/quote]

proof


the apartment
http://www.ownersdirect.co.uk/portugal/P3159.htm http://www.praiadaluzapartment.com/


look at the names on both sites for same apartment "hubbard"

and look at the second link

under kitchen "new fridge freezer"

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Vexiana
[quote="max2007"] I will try to find a link[/quote]

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You'll be lucky!

Our overzealous MODS keep deleting whole 100+ page threads
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I have just stumbled across this forum and I am appalled, think of what the poor parents are going through blah blah blah says troll 1.

I totally agree says troll 2

At last, a poster who is speaking some sense says troll 3.

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sentinel
You are half way there!

1 now, are the andrew and isobel hubbards the same as the vicar Hubbards?

2 did they have a fridge replaced (just because it says new, doesn't say it was replaced)

3 Did the mccann's stay in the A&I hubbard's appartment??

If you can answer those, then your claim stands up.
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"..their profile simply doesn't fit as killers of their own child.".... Stephens (lord)
Spin on that! ......Senti

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baileyboy
well they did stay in this apartment as the photos taken during july are from the blue sofas and other pics of the kitchen(as in link 1)
search through press images from piscali, or afp or getty.

i'm not suggesting the hubards are involved

on the the first link the kitchen description says new cooker

on the second link it says new fridge freezer - coinsidence?

are they the same hubbards ? i dont know but it is a pretty unusal name to have a apartment owner that matches the name of the newly arrived minister or maybe relatives

saying that the blog said that the freezer was removed from the villa the mcanns were staying in

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sentinel
i'm not suggesting the hubards are involved

on the the first link the kitchen description says new cooker

on the second link it says new fridge freezer - coinsidence?

are they the same hubbards ? i dont know but it is a pretty unusal name to have a apartment owner that matches the name of the newly arrived minister or maybe relatives

saying that the blog said that the freezer was removed from the villa the mcanns were staying in[/quote]
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fair play to you for posting your evidence!

But what have you shown?

a mister A and I hubbard own an apartment in PDL OC (the vicar's name is Haynes)
the advertise it with a new fridge/freezer
It has a blue settee and it looks like the majority of the other apartments in the complex


everything and nothing.
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"..their profile simply doesn't fit as killers of their own child.".... Stephens (lord)

Spin on that! ......Sentiplath

Madeleines Coloboma another McCann lie ?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OV1uEyw_erw&feature=share

http://littlemorsals.blogspot.com/2010/05/changing-coloboma-of-madeleine.html

http://littlemorsals.blogspot.com/2011/05/piers-morgan-interview-with-mccanns-may.html

On Madeleine’s Coloboma

Piers: Madeleine had a very distinctive eye pattern, didn't she? Tell me about that, Kate, in case people see somebody they think may be Madeleine. Tell me about her eye.

Kate: If I'm honest, we haven't put too much emphasis on her eye, because I think you have to be very close to her to see it. But her eyes are slightly different colors, and one of them has this brown fleck in it. But you do notice, particularly on photographs, but –

Haven’t put too much emphasis on Madeleine’s eye defect?

The eyedefect...

More Lies...

The 43-year-old mum tells in her new book of her fears for her relationship with husband Gerry, 42, and how they adapted to being back at home in Rothley, Leicestershire, without the three-year-old.
And Kate writes of questioning her Catholic faith over the trauma of losing Madeleine:
After Madeleine was taken from us, my sexual desire plummeted to zero.
Our sex life is not something I would normally be inclined to share and yet it is such an integral part of most marriages that it doesn't feel right not to acknowledge this.
To those fortunate enough not to have encountered such heartache, I hope it gives an insight into just how deep the wounds go.
Apart from our general state of shock and distress, and the fact that I couldn't concentrate on anything but Madeleine, there were two continuing reasons for this, I believe.
The first was my inability to permit myself any pleasure, whether it was reading a book or making love with my husband.
The second stemmed from the revulsion stirred up by my fear that Madeleine had suffered the worst fate we could imagine: falling into the hands of a paedophile.
Gerry never made me feel guilty, he never pushed me and he never got sulky. In fact, sometimes he would apologise to me. Invariably, he would put a big, reassuring arm around me and tell me that he loved me and not to worry.
I was determined not to be beaten by this, not simply to capitulate and accept it as just one of the unfortunate side-effects of this tragedy.
Gerry and I talked about it a little, but mostly I analysed the problem privately in my head.
I also discussed it with psychologist Alan Pike who assured me that, like my ability to relax or enjoy a meal, it would gradually return.
Deep down, though, I knew there were only two solutions: bringing Madeleine back or conquering my mental block.
Since the first was not within my control, it was up to me to try to train my mind and my thought processes.
I look back now and wonder how on earth Gerry and I have made it this far.
If it weren't for the solid relationship between us, I'm not sure we would have done.
No relationship, however strong, can emerge unscathed from what is probably the most painful and terrifying ordeal any parent could suffer. It would be a lie to claim that everything has been plain sailing.


Future ... Kate still has a real battle to relax and enjoy life
Gerry was functioning much sooner than I was. I felt a tinge of resentment that he was managing to operate and I wasn't; sometimes I found it almost offensive, as if somehow he wasn't grieving enough.
On other days I would feel I was a failure for not being capable of doing as much for Madeleine as he was. It was equally difficult for Gerry. He needed my help and support and I was so consumed by my own grief that I simply couldn't give anything.
When I finally reached the next rung of the 'coping ladder', I could see that my husband's ability to drag himself up from the hell into which we'd been catapulted was a godsend.
Without it, the campaign to find Madeleine would never have got going in the way it did.
Being back in our house wasn't as bad, or even as sad, as I'd feared.
In fact it was quite comforting. Perhaps just having our own familiar bits and pieces around us relieved some of the stress. Perhaps it was that the whole house was full of reminders of Madeleine.
But declared arguidos, labelled as suspects in the press and consequently considered by many to be guilty of something, we needed to clear our names, comprehensively and quickly, before we could continue the search for Madeleine on any effective level.
One of the first things we did was to ring our GP. We wanted to make contact with the social services to pre-empt any interest they might be obliged to take in us.
In the light of the headlines and our arguido status, we realised there would be pressure on the authorities to assess the welfare of the twins.
Wild stories were appearing in the papers about my "fragile" mental state, my "inability to cope" with my "hyperactive" children, eating disorders and sedatives.
There were several occasions when I was out with Sean and Amelie and one or other of them would have a tantrum. I was afraid that people would judge my children and the way I dealt with their behaviour.
Would they think the twins were unhappy or traumatised, or scared of me? That there were problems in our family? What would they tell their friends?


I usually found myself trying ever so hard to reason with the twins, or gently asking them to please stop.
The attention of strangers isn't all bad, of course. It is heartening and comforting when shoppers come up to me in the supermarket and say, "How are you, Kate? We're all behind you."
But certain reactions to our situation have been hard to deal with.
For some people it seems too painful to bear. It's as if they are almost pretending Madeleine's abduction never happened.
For Gerry and me it feels easier, and right, to talk about Madeleine and we are relieved when others do so, too. We cannot behave as if she doesn't exist.

The awful sense of Madeleine's fear I once experienced every waking hour has, however, eased a little. What remains is a lasting awareness of the terror she would've felt in the disorientating moment she first opened her eyes to find herself with a stranger. I cannot imagine this will ever fade completely.

Sometimes the most innocuous and unexpected triggers can set me off: the smell of newly mown grass, or a song I associate with happier days. The hymn On Eagle's Wings, which Gerry and I chose for our wedding, gets me every time. It was over two years before I could bring myself to play music again. In the end it was the thought of how unfair it would be to deny Sean and Amelie, who loved singing, that got me over that hurdle.
Gerry, meanwhile, was able to switch off from time to time and I'm sure that was a great help to him. I felt guilty for his sake that I couldn't do the same.
He was desperate to share his moments of relaxation with me, to have his old Kate back, even if only briefly. He would suggest doing something nice - and I would cry.


Book ... out May 12Despite his inner strength, determination and capability, Gerry has his own down days, of course.
He's been such a rock through so many long and testing times that when he crumbles, it is all the more concerning.
At times it has taken Gerry everything he's got to fight for his own survival and there's just been nothing left to give me.
Occasionally, when I've been as low as it's possible to be, or afraid I was losing control completely, I've longed for a chance to talk it through, or even just to feel Gerry's arm around my shoulder, but he simply hasn't had the strength.
He knows or fears that if he allows himself to be sucked into my despair, he might be brought crashing down, too.
It sounds selfish and it feels selfish, too. But our lives remain precarious and sometimes it is all you can do to keep your own head above water, let alone anyone else's.
I am often asked, "Has your faith been tested? Do you get angry with God?" I do not blame God for Madeleine's abduction.
The abductor is responsible for that. What I do wrestle with, though, is the inexplicable fact that despite so many prayers, almost total global awareness and a vast amount of hard work, we still do not have an answer.
It is said God only gives you a cross He knows you can bear. Well, I'm afraid this cross has been far too heavy for far too long. For now, though, at least, my anger towards God seems to have subsided. I believe in Him and I still feel His presence.
There is one thing of which I am confident: I believe wherever Madeleine is, God is with her.

The lies

As soon as it was light Gerry and I resumed our search. We jumped over walls and raked through undergrowth. We looked in ditches and holes.

The most striking thing was we were completely alone. Nobody else, it seemed, was out looking for Madeleine.

There didn't seem to be much sense of urgency.

According to the Polícia Judiciária files, two patrol dogs were brought to Praia da Luz at 2am on May 4 and four search-and-rescue dogs at 8am. The tracker dogs did not go out until 11pm.

There had been no house-to-house inquiries.

It was about 10am by the time a couple of PJ officers turned up to take us and our friends to the police station in Portimão.

I was appalled by the treatment we received. Officers walked past us as if we weren't there. Nobody asked whether we were OK. Our child had been stolen and I felt as if I didn't exist.

It was gone 2pm at the police station in Portimão before I was interviewed.

As João Carlos, a Portuguese detective, led me up the stairs, I inquired whether he had any children. He told me he hadn't. "But don't worry. We will find your daughter." It was exactly what I was yearning to hear.

It was 7.30 by the time one of the PJ officers drove us away from the police station. Ten or 15 minutes into our journey, the police officer had a call from his station. He suddenly swung the car into a U-turn and drove us at 120mph back to Portimão.




Anguish ... Kate, with Cuddle Cat, and Gerry in tearful appeal for help days after disappearance
Had Madeleine been found? Was she alive? Was she dead? I was crying hysterically and praying for all I was worth.

Back at the police station somebody showed us a photograph from CCTV of a blonde child with a woman in a petrol station shop. We were asked whether the little girl was Madeleine. She wasn't. We were sent on our way, devastated.


Four months later, doctors Kate, 43, and Gerry, 42, were still in Portugal. She recalls with horror how she learned police had made them the main suspects.
On August 2 I had a call from Gerry. The police wanted to come over at 10am. Something to do with forensics.


It was 5pm when they eventually showed up. They told us they wanted to shoot some video footage of our clothes and possessions.
The forensics people would then take these away and return them the following day.
They offered no explanation. We were all asked to leave the villa. When we were allowed back, I was devastated. They had taken my Bible, Cuddle Cat (Madeleine's favourite toy) and my diaries.
It was on Monday August 6 that the atmosphere changed.
At the Polícia Judiciária's request, Gerry went to meet them at a café in Portimão. He returned minus the car. The police had impounded it for forensic testing.
Madeleine had been missing for over three weeks when we'd hired the car, but perhaps it still needed to be ruled out of the investigation. That lunchtime I was ambushed by journalists and TV cameras.


 It emerged that there had been stories in some Portuguese papers suggesting Gerry was somehow involved in Madeleine's disappearance.
Sniffer dogs had discovered traces of Madeleine's blood in apartment 5A, it was claimed.
It was insinuated she died there and her body had been dumped in the sea. The following day it was reported a sample of "blood" had been sent to the UK to see whether a DNA profile could be extracted from it.
We had seen no blood that night - neither, as far as we knew, had any been found by the police or the forensics team from Lisbon.


Two days later, Kate and Gerry went to the police station to meet investigator Luís Neves and Guilhermino Encarnação, director of the Algarve Polícia Judiciária. It quickly became clear they were focussing on the McCanns, Kate recalls.


There had been a shift in the investigation, they said. Tell us about that night, they said. Tell us everything that happened after the children went to bed. I gave them every detail I could remember, as I had before.
Neves stated bluntly they didn't believe my version of events. It "didn't fit" with what they knew.
Didn't fit? What did they know? They proposed that when I'd put Madeleine to bed that night, it wasn't actually the last time I'd seen her. But it was. It was! I was being bullied. I assume these tactics were deliberate - knock her off balance by telling her that her daughter is dead and get her to confess.
On and on it went. Then it was Gerry's turn. Through his tears he pleaded with the two men: "Do you have evidence that Madeleine is dead? We're her parents. You have to tell us."
"It's coming," Neves told him.
Our liaison officer Ricardo Paiva arrived. He told us about two springer spaniels brought out to Portugal by the British police to assist in the search.
Keela, who could alert her handler to the tiniest trace of blood, had done so in apartment 5A. Eddie, a dog trained to detect human remains, had indicated somebody had died there.
The police appeared to be telling us, on the say-so of a dog, that someone had definitely died in apartment 5A and it must have been Madeleine.


On Thursday September 6, Kate was interviewed at Portimão police station in the presence of her lawyer, Carlos Pinto de Abreu. Within hours both she and Gerry would officially be classed as arguido, or suspects.


There were three PJ officers in the room. João Carlos asked most of the questions, which I answered in as much detail as I could. Back at the apartment later that night my lawyer Carlos reiterated that the situation was not good. The PJ had a lot of "evidence" and I was certain to be made an arguida in the morning.
First he cited video footage the police had shot of the reactions of the blood and cadaver dogs in apartment 5A and also around our hire car.
I was totally perplexed. If, as the PJ alleged, Madeleine's blood was in the boot of our car, which we had not rented until May 27, how on earth had it got there? Did this mean someone had planted it? I could see no other explanation.
The police theory, it seemed, was that we had hidden Madeleine's body, then moved it later and buried it elsewhere.
A witness claimed to have seen Gerry and me carrying a big black bag and acting suspiciously. This was absolute nonsense.
Friday 7 September. After a measly two hours' sleep we got up and braced ourselves for the day ahead.
The street leading to the police station was again lined by huge crowds of press and onlookers.
Carlos had advised me not to answer any of the questions put to me. He explained that this was my right as an arguida and the safest option. Any responses I gave might unintentionally implicate me in some way.




Book ... out May 12
Then they started. What had I seen and heard after entering apartment 5A at 10pm on 3 May 2007? Who called the police? At what time? Who contacted the media?
Ricardo Paiva played a more prominent role in the interrogation this time, giving me his spiel about the dogs. "These dogs have a 100 per cent success rate," he said.
"Two hundred cases and they've never failed." I just stared at him, unable to hide my contempt. These dogs had never been used in Portugal before, and he knew little more about them than I did.
Ricardo started a video player. I saw the dogs going into apartment 5A, one at a time, with the handler.
Each dog ran around the apartment, jumping over beds, into the wardrobe, generally having a good sniff.
At one point, the handler directed the dogs to a spot behind the couch in the sitting room, close to the curtains. He called the dogs over to him to investigate this site.
This was not what I'd call an exact science.
The film show continued. Now we were in an underground garage where eight or so cars were parked, including our rented Renault Scenic.
It was hard to miss. The windows were plastered with pictures of Madeleine. One of the dogs ran straight past our car, nose in the air, heading towards the next vehicle.
The handler stopped next to the Renault and called the dog. It obeyed, returning to him, but then ran off again. The handler instructed the dog to come back several times and directed it to certain parts of the vehicle before it eventually supplied an alert by barking.
Each time a dog gave a signal, Ricardo would pause the video and inform me blood had been found in this site and that the DNA from the sample matched Madeleine's.




He would stare at me intently and ask me to explain this. These were the only times I didn't respond with a "No comment."
Instead I said I couldn't explain it, but neither could he.
When researching sniffer-dog evidence later, Gerry would discover false alerts can be attributable to the conscious or unconscious signals of the handler. We would later learn that in his written report, the handler emphasized such alerts cannot be relied upon without corroborating evidence.
As I walked out of the interview room at 3.15pm, Gerry was on his way to Portimão for his interrogation. Like me, he was officially declared an arguido at the start of the proceedings.

Maddie 'kidnapped by maid', says email

By Sadie Gray

Sunday, 30 September 2007

Madeleine McCann may have been kidnapped by a disgruntled maid in revenge for her sacking by the Praia da Luz resort where the three-year-old disappeared 150 days ago, according to a tip-off received by British police.

An anonymous informant named the ex-employee in a detailed email sent to Prince Charles's official website, claiming she acted out of bitterness towards the resort's operator, Mark Warner Ocean Club, said the News of the World.

British police called the email "significant", and said the details they had been able to check had proved to be correct. Now Leicestershire Police are trying to trace the writer, and have passed the information to Portuguese detectives.

The McCanns' spokesman, Clarence Mitchell, said they were "encouraged" by the development.

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/crime/maddie-kidnapped-by-maid-says-email-404008.html

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