In the latest episode of our Going the Extra Mile podcast, @CarolJordanTV is joined by Eileen Brown who manages the Dungannon Hygiene Bank.
Catch it here: https://t.co/IC0Wzg96d5
One month before her 95th birthday, Patricia Routledge wrote words that still echo softly today:
“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.”
Her life didn’t truly take shape until her forties. She had worked steadily — in provincial theatres, radio plays, and West End productions — yet often felt adrift, searching for a home within herself.
At 50, she accepted a television role she assumed would be small: Hyacinth Bucket in Keeping Up Appearances. To her surprise, it carried her into living rooms around the world. That role, she later reflected, helped her embrace her own quirks. It healed something in her.
At 60, she began learning Italian — not for work, but so she could sing opera in its native tongue. She also discovered how to live alone without being lonely. Each night, she read poetry aloud, not for diction, but to quiet her soul.
At 70, she returned to Shakespeare’s stage, no longer burdened by the need to prove herself. She performed with stillness — and audiences felt that she was no longer acting, but simply being.
At 80, she took up watercolor painting. She painted flowers from her garden, old hats from her youth, faces she once glimpsed on the London Underground. Each painting was a memory made visible.
Now, at 95, she writes letters by hand. She bakes rye bread. She breathes deeply each morning. She cherishes laughter but no longer seeks to make anyone laugh. The quiet is her dearest companion.
And with that quiet came her message to us all:
Growing older is not the closing act. It can be the most exquisite chapter — if you let yourself bloom again.
Let these years be your treasure years.
You don’t need fame. You don’t need perfection.
You only need to show up — fully — for the life that is still yours.
With love and gentleness,
— Patricia Routledge
Full concert of The Rolling Stones performing at the TAMI Show, 1964.
Mick Jagger and Keith Richards were only 20 years old. It's amazing the ability to perform at that age.
Enjoy this masterpiece.
Had a chance to look at the Hit the North street art created over the couple of weeks.
This arresting mural on Union St is by Conor McClure, who has handwritten the names of just 320 of the babies who have died in Gaza. He said it would take the whole street to include them all
@AlexKane221b On a slightly different route to the same outcome my grandson was doing transfer practice tests.Asked me what Sophisticated meant? I held my head up, hand on my waist and swung about in a “sophisticated” pose..His response”Does it mean old?”