Cindy Lou

📍under your skin.

[Cindy Lou @Missus_Boss_]

Draconic power #1 on my list

[Komẹ @KahunaKome]

Me after receiving my 120th booster jab in 2025

[Santoryuu T @QuirklessBaddie]

Nah guys I have to share this everywhere, do you know how much this is making me scream?? SHSJSJSJSJSJ

[𝓑ᥫ᭡ @quesadaaa_]

So you admit that men's greatest fear is being treated like they have treated women? Hmm

[Khensani 🎀 @Khensi_20]

Who else genuinely loves spending the whole day at home alone. No plans, no people, just peace and quiet. 😌

[sean @ji_er684]

Antagonizing women seeking healthcare is not the answer. What the Love Match Movement does at these locations isn’t just a “prayer vigil”, it’s shaming and harassment.

An intervention is needed that doesn’t rely on confrontation.

Where are the women’s groups?

[Cindy Lou @Missus_Boss_]

Here we go 🫩

[Politics UK @PolitlcsUK]

🚨 BREAKING: Keir Starmer addresses the nation as he gives the US permission to use British bases in order to "destroy Iranian missiles at source"

[Rue’s Last Fix @CurttiMagurtti]

A Paper Towel hate to see me cooking

[Kia 🧸ྀི @xevekiah]

My older cousin got pregnant at 29 after years of saying she wasn’t sure she even wanted kids. When she finally decided she did, it felt intentional. Thought out. Safe. At 14 weeks she developed intense itching on her hands and feet. She mentioned it at her appointment. The nurse said pregnancy does weird things to skin. She went home with lotion samples. The itching got worse. She couldn’t sleep. She called again. They told her it was probably hormones. At 28 weeks she noticed the baby wasn’t moving as much. At the hospital they found no heartbeat. They called it “one of those unexplained stillbirths.” She drowned in that word. Unexplained. Her marriage didn’t survive the silence that followed. He wanted to try again immediately. She was terrified. They divorced two years later. At 45 she was reading about intrahepatic cholestasis of pregnancy and felt sick. The symptoms matched exactly. She requested her old labs. Her bile acid levels had been elevated. The result was flagged. No one had followed up. No medication. No monitoring plan. Just lotion. It wasn’t random. It was missed. She spent years thinking her body failed quietly. It turns out it had been asking for help the whole time.

[Republic Beach | Aug 1st @iRealPedro]

Heavenly Father

[Bella @BellaBaddie__]

Netflix will help you finish spelling the name of the movie you’re looking for, and then tell you they don’t have it

[𝗄𝖺𝗄𝗁𝗈𝗓𝖺 @simphiweyinkoc_]

I cannot emphasize enough how important it is to lie to your coworkers

[Cindy Lou @Missus_Boss_]

Godzilla

[The Figen @TheFigen_]

Apparently if you’re right-brained you see a rabbit, if you’re left-brained you see a turtle.

What do you see?

[𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 @Matt_Pinner]

You wake up to this

What is the first thing you do

[𝓑ᥫ᭡ @quesadaaa_]

The person who mutes it.

[Cindy Lou @Missus_Boss_]

Somebody send this to my baby.

[𐌁𐌉Ᏽ 𐌕𐌉𐌌𐌉 @OrevaZSN]

Sometimes you just need a Saturday to sleep all day and do absolutely nothing.

[Teminator @duchesskk]

the only person beating her is pippa Middleton

[Restoring Your Faith in Humanity @HumanityChad]

This made me cry, but it also made me smile because he became the dad he never had. 😭😭

[Paul64 🇬🇧 @paul1964Jam]

Hyacinth at the pearly gates 😄

[IJ | mwen pa sòt online @aChildOf2Worlds]

I can fully see why West Indian aunties liked watching her 😂😂😂😂

Real recognise real

[Widmerpool Appreciation Society @AtticumFloreat]

RIP Patricia Routledge, an absolute legend.

[Cian McCarthy @arealmofwonder]

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.

*****

"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

*****

Once more, rest in peace. 🤍