Rest in peace, Patricia Routledge 🙏🏻
In memory of her, I encourage everyone to read these words of hers from February last year.
Whether young or old, you're bound to get something out of it.
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"I’ll be turning 95 this coming Monday. In my younger years, I was often filled with worry — worry that I wasn’t quite good enough, that no one would cast me again, that I wouldn’t live up to my mother’s hopes. But these days begin in peace, and end in gratitude.
My life didn’t quite take shape until my forties. I had worked steadily — on provincial stages, in radio plays, in West End productions — but I often felt adrift, as though I was searching for a home within myself that I hadn’t quite found.
At 50, I accepted a television role that many would later associate me with — Hyacinth Bucket, of Keeping Up Appearances. I thought it would be a small part in a little series. I never imagined that it would take me into people’s living rooms and hearts around the world. And truthfully, that role taught me to accept my own quirks. It healed something in me.
At 60, I began learning Italian — not for work, but so I could sing opera in its native language. I also learned how to live alone without feeling lonely. I read poetry aloud each evening, not to perfect my diction, but to quiet my soul.
At 70, I returned to the Shakespearean stage — something I once believed I had aged out of. But this time, I had nothing to prove. I stood on those boards with stillness, and audiences felt that. I was no longer performing. I was simply being.
At 80, I took up watercolour painting. I painted flowers from my garden, old hats from my youth, and faces I remembered from the London Underground. Each painting was a quiet memory made visible.
Now, at 95, I write letters by hand. I’m learning to bake rye bread. I still breathe deeply every morning. I still adore laughter — though I no longer try to make anyone laugh. I love the quiet more than ever.
I’m writing this to tell you something simple:
Growing older is not the closing act. It can be the most exquisite chapter — if you let yourself bloom again.
Let these years ahead be your TREASURE YEARS.
You don’t need to be famous. You don’t need to be flawless.
You only need to show up — fully — for the life that is still yours.
With love and gentleness,
Patricia Routledge
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Once more, rest in peace. 🤍
When this government came to power any political analyst with half a brain could have forecast Jas Athwal, Tulip Sidiq, Angela Rayner & Peter Mandelson were all accidents waiting to happen. So why did nobody in No 10 see this? It happens again & again in politics.
I've just been reminded how in 2010, at a Labour leadership hustings at the GMB conference, I reported that candidates were asked by Mary Turner: "Would you invite Peter Mandelson to join your Shadow Cabinet?" "All of us believe in dignity in retirement," replied Ed Miliband.
If you have small children or pets do NOT have air fresheners or diffusers in your house they are TOXIC. Why pump toxic fumes into the atmosphere of your home where your kids & pets should be safe?
@LeeAndersonMP_@reformparty_uk Reasonable affordable train fayres so we commute to work without falling into poverty.
Reasonable child care costs so afford to go to work/ excel in our careers.
Invest in the NHS such as kidney transplant and nephrology so that staff and patients thrive.
Interestingly, I have received a dozen or so texts or Whatsapps from right of centre friends on the subject of @AngelaRayner today. Every one of them said they felt sorry for her. As do I. I may have disagreed with most of what she was doing, but she was one of few cabinet ministers to know how to pull the levers of power. She's a huge loss to the Government.
Why are @enfield_labour taking credit for the work of charity Friends of Firs Farm Wetlands?
The Friends spent eight years fundraising for this - the building is owned AND operated by the charity.
#Highfield#Enfield#Edmonton
“I’ve fallen in love or imagine I have; went to a party and lost my head. Bought a horse which I don’t need at all.”
Leo Tolstoy, journal entry on 25th January 1851.
Interesting commute home via 24 bus, two tubes and overground. Thank goodness for brilliant podcasts and albums to keep me company when it takes hours to get home. #TravelTuesday
Thank you beautiful @FortyHallPark for a wonderful visit to the house and Walled Garden this morning. Dressed for Christmas the House looked magical and it was great to revisit the Parker Bowles exhibition again.
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Hanukkah Sameach to all our staff and patients who will be celebrating. ��
Thank you Pearsons Department store for making Christmas last minute panic buying shopping so enjoyable. Yummy hot chocolate helped too! Merry Christmas! X
Thank you @ClayHillParish for a beautifully moving Christingle service on Christmas Eve! Church absolutely packed with families spanning several generations. Very special evening and so grateful x
@aja_curtis I can imagine Stella shares her experience as many others will relate not just in Walthamstow but across the world. In my experience there’s a higher tendency tendency to shut down female politicians from speaking. That to me is a missed an opportunity to learn.
@aja_curtis Thanks Alex, I just feel it’s important to listen to experiences and learn from them not just for future politicians but residents too. Stella as MP has the platform to speak about how she has managed to somehow balance everything to secure a place in Parliament.
🧵Five years ago today was the end of a general election campaign in which I gave birth for the first time. No employment contract, no right to rest so I took a 10 day old baby to a count for the result at 3/3
I do worry when young men appear not to know it takes two to have a baby - or pontificate about fertility rates…🤨
parliament doesn’t work well for being a parent. Taking down those barriers can only be a good thing all round for who can stand and policy making.