A very wobbely dog at times, I love my toys, chews and bed! I also like exploring and being nosey. Dont like rainy days love the sunshine. South Wales.
Hi everyone I'm Mike, I have some sad news this week we had to say goodbye to our beloved Radar after a shot illness, he went over the rainbow bridge on Wed ,much loved by all , forever in our thoughts, he was a dog in a million,RIP Radar 06-10-05 09-12-20.
The end of an era - After almost a century we said goodbye this morning to our great companion of the airwaves Radio 4 198 LW. I shall miss her warmth and crackle. Hereโs the final sign off at the end of #theshippingforecast before she fell silentโฆ โค๏ธ
On the day before the closure of BBC Radio 4 on long wave, here's the moment in November 1978 when Brian Matthew said goodbye to Radio 2 long wave and David Symonds welcomed listeners to Radio 4 UK
15 years ago today I arrived on Downing Street in a cage.
I've seen off Cameron, May, Johnson, Truss and Sunak and I'm still going strong.
Only two Prime Ministers have ever done longer stints here: William Pitt the Younger and Sir Robert Walpole.
Bill and Bob - I'm coming for you...
(Photos AP)
Rest in peace, Patricia Routledge ๐๐ป
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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"Iโll be turning 95 this coming Monday. In my younger years, I was often filled with worry โ worry that I wasnโt quite good enough, that no one would cast me again, that I wouldnโt live up to my motherโs hopes. But these days begin in peace, and end in gratitude.
My life didnโt quite take shape until my forties. I had worked steadily โ on provincial stages, in radio plays, in West End productions โ but I often felt adrift, as though I was searching for a home within myself that I hadnโt quite found.
At 50, I accepted a television role that many would later associate me with โ 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 peopleโs 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 โ 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 โ 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. Iโm learning to bake rye bread. I still breathe deeply every morning. I still adore laughter โ though I no longer try to make anyone laugh. I love the quiet more than ever.
Iโm writing this to tell you something simple:
Growing older is not the closing act. It can be the most exquisite chapter โ if you let yourself bloom again.
Let these years ahead be your TREASURE YEARS.
You donโt need to be famous. You donโt need to be flawless.
You only need to show up โ fully โ for the life that is still yours.
With love and gentleness,
Patricia Routledge
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Once more, rest in peace. ๐ค