Really struggling with losing my husband i had been with since I was 16. He worked all his life just to die months before he got his pension. Hate tory crooks
If people really think being disabled to the extent of not being able to work is an easy life, I wonder if they would ever accept a hypothetical life swap? They get everything I currently have, the question is if they did accept it, when would they be begging for a return? My money is on either the moment they realise they can't hold a toothbrush, or when it's sudden dawns on them that the days of them pissing and shitting without the involvement of another person at any stage whatsoever are gone.
Of course, I wouldn't tell them any of it beforehand, that wouldn't be any fun at all.
Yes, I’m an ‘in-comer’ here on the Isle of Skye. I’m so very lucky to now call this island my home. I’ve been a wandering soul for much of my life (literally and metaphorically). It’s wonderful to be here, not as a holidaymaker or itinerant sea- kayaker, but now a permanent resident. However, I’ll forever pinch myself because of my good fortune.
His body was shredded apart in so many ways. Our vets saved his life.
His anemia was nearly fatal. He couldn’t eat for days. We really did get him just in time.
Jimbo is only about 2 years old. A baby
(3/7)
Our little retirement village was getting a little upgrade as the concrete was slippy when wet. All fixed now.
These dogs were all at the end of their life and sick / blind etc.
The happiest little place in the world as far as I’m concerned. Paradise ❤️
Mates I'm really fed up about this & would appreciate some SM pressure!
I use @vinted alot. I have 100% 5 star rating. I sold 4 beautiful Portmeirion Mugs which arrived broken to pieces. It would not have been possible for them to be broken in that manner without severe abuse.
On a dreich day I arrived on the Isle of Skye and received the keys to my new home from the previous owners. It’s so wonderfully peaceful. I shall be extremely content and settled here. The sea is only two minutes walk away!
Nightmare start to my holiday. All my feed for my feeding tube has been lost by British Airways which means I have nothing to put down my gastrostomy tube for the duration of my holiday.
@British_Airways@John_Dabell John is a very special person to many of us worldwide. All you have to do is scroll thru some of his tweets to learn who he is/how much he means to us. He MUST have that food.
Please make immediate emergency arrangements so it’s there upon his arrival or transport to hospital.
Two hives went into Dave's orchard corner this spring, and Keith, who has assessed and tested and dismantled every single thing on that farm, has assessed the bees exactly once and elected, for the first time in his life, to leave a thing entirely alone.
This is genuinely without precedent. Keith tests everything. He has eaten a latch, a pocket square, a set of water heater instructions, and the better part of Dave's left wellington. He climbs what cannot be climbed and opens what cannot be opened and investigates the world with a relentless prehensile curiosity that has cost Dave three hundred and eighty-seven pounds in gates. There is no object in his domain he has not, at some point, put his lips to in the spirit of enquiry.
He walked up to the hives on the first day. Dave watched from the yard with the specific dread of a man who has seen this goat approach things before. Keith stood in front of the nearest hive. He watched the entrance, the constant stream of bees coming and going, the low working hum of forty thousand individuals about their business. He brought his nose to within a sensible distance. He held there for a while, doing whatever calculation it is that goes on behind those rectangular eyes.
And then he stepped back, turned, and walked away to the bramble, and he has not gone near the hives since.
Dave's log: "He left the bees. I don't know what passed between Keith and the bees. Whatever it was, the bees won the negotiation without appearing to negotiate, which is the only time anything on this farm has managed it. I have not added a column. I am simply relieved."
There is a kind of intelligence that tests everything to find its limit. And there is a rarer kind that meets a thing humming with quiet collective purpose and recognises, without needing to be stung, that here at last is something better left to get on with its work.
Keith has both. The bees are fine. The bees were always going to be fine. Even Keith knows where the line is, and the line, it turns out, is forty thousand of anything, all agreeing.
Brian has a pup. The fell has not seen one in a while, and the fell has opinions, and so does the pup, and almost none of them are correct yet.
His name is Moss. He is a Border Collie, fourteen weeks old, black and white and entirely convinced, and he has arrived on a Cumbrian hill to learn the oldest job a dog has in this country, which is to move sheep without harming a hair on them, using nothing but position, patience, and the strange ancient power that a collie carries in its eyes.
Because that is the thing about a collie, the intricacy that makes the breed what it is. A collie does not herd by chasing or biting. It herds by "the eye," a fixed, crouching, predatory stare inherited straight from the wolf, the look that says to a sheep "I am a hunter and you will move," delivered by a dog that has been bred for a century and a half to feel the entire predatory sequence right up to the final pounce and then stop, and hold, and never complete it. A working sheepdog is a wolf that has been taught to do everything except the last thing. The control is the whole art.
Moss has the eye. He does not yet have the control. He has, this week, "gathered" a watering can, a wheelbarrow, three hens belonging to the neighbour, and Brian's wife's washing, dropping into the crouch and giving each of them the full ancestral stare before attempting to move it somewhere it did not wish to go.
Brian is not worried. Brian has done this before, more times than he will say, and he knows that the instinct arriving wrong and early is exactly how it is meant to arrive, and that the job now is years of patient shaping, the pup working beside an older dog and an older man until the wolf in him learns the one rule that makes him useful instead of dangerous: everything except the last thing.
Moss gave Doris the eye on Tuesday.
Doris, who has been stared at by better, carried on grazing.
Moss sat down, confused. The first lesson on the fell, delivered free, by a ewe: the look only works on something that believes it. He has a great deal to learn. He is exactly where he should be.
🚨 BEWARE OF 'UNLEASH THE HOUNDS DOG WALKING' BASED IN THE NORTH EAST - APPEARS THEY MAY ABUSE YOUR DOG
A customer writes:
Debbie was observed forcefully kicking a puppy twice.
'On June 2, 2026 at 1115 our home surveillance system recorded Debbie, a representative / owner of 'Unleash the Hounds,' entering our property to collect our puppy for his dog walk.
The footage clearly shows our puppy exhibiting excitement by jumping upon her entry. Debbie was then observed forcefully kicking our puppy twice. These actions caused our puppy to collide with a furniture unit, which visibly shook from the impact. Me and my partner had prior discussions with Debbie during our initial meet-and-greet regarding our puppy's tendency to jump when greeting him after he's been home alone due to him having bad separation anxiety.
we discussed our ongoing efforts to train this behavior, she acknowledged this information and stated her experience with similar situations.
At the end of April this year we were looking for a dog walker for our cockapoo puppy which is where Debbie messaged recommending her services. We had an initial meet and greet with Debbie which went well and she started walking our puppy once a week from the beginning of May. This was his 5th dog walk with her. Normally Debbie and another lady enters the house to collect him and we have had no issues prior to this day. On the day of the incident Debbie entered the house alone for the first time.
We have had no problems with this business up until this incident and we enjoyed getting to see our puppy have fun on clips of their walks on her Facebook page each week.
This incident was captured by a clearly visible home CCTV camera that was in sight and that Debbie looked straight into after hurting our dog.
Debbie knows we are aware of this situation and that we have seen this footage and we didn’t receive a message back, in fact she just blocked me on her business page which we have interpreted as a lack of remorse and lack of accountability and to me shows major guilt.
If this is what she’s doing in front of a visible camera what is she doing to our dogs off camera and when there is no one around.
We are so saddened by this situation that we not only trusted her with our dog but our home too, and how this incident has happened in our dog's own home a place where our dog should feel content,safe and loved.
We have reported this incident and the CCTV footage, to the relevant authorities who are dealing with this situation, Debbie has denied this incident happened.
However The point of this post is to make people aware to stay away from ‘Unleash the Hounds’ dog walking services so that other people’s dogs don’t have to encounter the disturbing abusive behaviour shown on the footage by Debbie'
Source Centre Stage for the Voiceless.