At Edinburgh Zoo, Gentoo penguins are starting their breeding season.
Kids from Edinburgh Children’s Hospital Charity painted pebbles for the penguins to present to their mates and can watch the birds choose their favorite via livestream.
https://t.co/hQnCfePMBt
@soppystern Perhaps the shift happened alongside the introduction of fees and the reality of parents having to top up accommodation fees etc? maybe if 18 year olds are going to commit to starting their adult lives with a significant debt then parents feel the need to be more involved?
*One month before her 95th birthday, Patricia Routledge wrote something that still gently echoes:*
**“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 watercolor 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
Lots of people asking me for links to help the dogs. Gathered them here...
💵 Donate https://t.co/vEio5CUPA4
🐶 Adopt https://t.co/DWuXfPcgVZ
📽️ Video https://t.co/bvSH9k5bcP
📘 My Book https://t.co/oiwx3IAOZU
@NiallHarbison Oh Alba, I’m just so sad. Heartbroken that such a sweet soul could ever have been treated cruelly. Niall and your team are angels. Thankyou for for showing Alba love.
@NiallHarbison Oh Alba, your sweet acceptance of love despite what you have suffered at the hands of other humans is the most beautiful reminder to us all to live in the moment with open hearts. Please be ok little one x
@DGandyOfficial@British_Airways And if you pay for your seat selection, but they mess up, they take forever to refund you. Flew in August, still waiting for refund.
@HeyMissSmith The new maths resources are worth looking at- v closely linked to NCETM curriculum prioritisation materials. Much much better than the lockdown video days.
@HoodedClaw1974 Perhaps one contributing factor might be the increase in parents working longer hours resulting in mixed provision child-care meaning an inconsistent approach to potty training