I dropped a mug of tea today. The mug was one if my favourites. Having tremours due to Functional Neurological Disorder isn't fun, but you have to go with the flow. Stay safe, have fun and enjoy life. #FND
**They received no medals. They asked for no recognition. But their courage, endurance and sacrifice must never be forgotten.**
For every horse and mule who never came home.
**We remember you. Lest we forget.**
Also the dogs and pigeons
Today I saw a man selling poppies stop a lady and asked if he could re position her poppy. While doing so he told that lady she should wear the poppy on their right side; the red represents the blood of all those who gave their lives, the black represents the mourning of those who didn't have their loved ones return home, and the green leaf represents the grass and crops growing and future prosperity after the war destroyed so much. The leaf should be positioned at 11 o'clock to represent the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, the time that World War One formally ended. He was worried that younger generations wouldn't understand this and his generation wouldn't be around for much longer to teach them. (copy and paste to share just like I did) 🌹
we must remember those from our current wars too!"
I copied this from someone else. Please do the same to pass this knowledge on to those who don't know the meaning.🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧
🚨 Britain has been warned by Wes Streeting to prepare for potential food shortages and supply chain disruption
If ever there was a reason to back British farmers, this is it!
🌹 FOR ALL THOSE WHO NEVER CAME HOME 🌹
They were sons and daughters. Mothers and fathers. Husbands, wives, brothers, sisters and friends.
Ordinary people who made extraordinary sacrifices.
They left behind loved ones, unfinished dreams and futures they would never see.
Some were barely adults. Others had families waiting for them.
They never grew old.
They never came home.
They never got to live the lives we take for granted.
From the fields of Flanders to the mountains of Afghanistan, from the trenches of the Somme to conflicts across the world, their sacrifices must never be forgotten.
🌹 The red poppy remembers them all.
Regardless of rank, regiment, service, nationality, background or status.
From the youngest private to the most senior officer. From those who fell on the battlefield to those who returned carrying the scars of war.
Every life mattered. Every sacrifice deserves remembrance.
Behind every name on a memorial is a story. A family. A future that was changed forever.
The red poppy reminds us not of the glory of war, but of its terrible human cost.
They gave their tomorrows so we could have ours.
We owe them more than a moment of silence.
We owe them remembrance. Always.
🇬🇧 WE WILL REMEMBER THEM. 🇬🇧
🌹 LEST WE FORGET.🌹
#Remembrance #RedPoppy #LestWeForget #WeWillRememberThem
Tonight, as I was leaving a restaurant on 14th Street in New York around 10 p.m., this Muslim woman took a prayer rug and a niqab out of the trunk of her car, put the niqab on, laid the prayer rug down, and started praying on the street.
I grew up as a Muslim in the Islamic world, and let me tell you: this is absolutely part of an organized effort to flood the public square in the West with Islamic symbolism.
First of all, there is no Islamic prayer at 10 p.m. Even if she missed the Isha prayer, which takes place earlier in the evening, she has until dawn to make it up. So why choose to pray on the street at 10 p.m.?
Second, a Muslim woman who does not wear a niqab or hijab in her daily life would never normally have a niqab sitting in the trunk of her car.
She is clearly not strict enough to wear it every day, so why would she suddenly be so strict about missing a prayer that she carries a niqab in her trunk specifically for this purpose?
Third, in almost any Islamic country, you would never see a woman praying on the street at 10 p.m. This would be completely unacceptable.
If she were genuinely worried about praying, she could simply wait until she got home, especially since a missed Isha prayer can be made up before dawn.
I can tell you with full confidence that these scenes we keep seeing of Muslims praying in the streets of the West are intentional.
They serve to assert dominance, normalize Islam in the public square, seize ground, and demand exceptional treatment that immediately turns into claimed rights.
Bad-faith acts like this are signals of the same project that turned many cities in Europe into shitholes.
Exceptional threats demand exceptional measures.
Islam must be banned in the West because it is not a religion; it is a hostile political ideology.
Until that happens, the West will continue losing ground to this ideology every single day.
🇬🇧 THE POPPY IS RED. END OF. 🇬🇧
It grew on battlefields soaked in the blood of our fallen.
It represents sacrifice, courage and remembrance. It raises vital funds for veterans and their families through the Royal British Legion.
It is NOT a political statement.
It is NOT a platform for the latest cause.
And it does NOT need redesigning to suit anyone's agenda.
White, purple, black, rainbow or political flags, whatever the cause, leave the red poppy alone.
There are 364 other days to promote your causes.
Remembrance belongs to the fallen. Not to politics.
🌹 KEEP THE POPPY RED.
🇬🇧 WE WILL REMEMBER THEM. 🇬🇧
#Remembrance #LestWeForget
This week a council approved a solar farm on two hundred and thirty-five acres of grazing, and the family who had run cattle on it for generations said it would probably finish them. The panels will be there for forty years. The cattle were there for four hundred.
The land is not the developer's. It belongs to an estate or a pension fund, and the developer offers a rent per acre no cow has ever earned. The farmer gets a letter. The council, told to triple solar by a minister who has never kept a beast, finds that the loss of a herd is not a planning consideration.
So the field goes under glass. In Britain a solar array produces for about one hour in nine. It makes most in June at noon, when the country needs it least, and nothing on a January evening, when it needs it most, so a gas station is kept idling behind every one. The panels are made in China from polysilicon out of a province the government will not name. They lose output every year they stand there, and at the end there is no plan and no bond for taking them away. A quarter of a million square metres of glass, aluminium and copper cable, in a field, with a thirty-year lease and a company that will not exist when it ends.
Under the panels the grass dies for want of light, the soil compacts under the plant, and the hedges go because the fence has to be electric and the fence has to be straight. The sheep in the brochure are for the photograph.
The cattle were a solar panel already. Grass takes the light, the cow converts it, and the output is beef, every day of the year, on no cable, no subsidy and no inverter, for as long as there is rain.
They have replaced a power station that makes dinner with one that works on a sunny afternoon and sits dead the rest of the time, and the family who ran the first one are being evicted to make room for the second.
In 1996 the BBC put two large women on a motorbike and sidecar, sent them round Britain cooking with lard, cream and butter by the block, and twelve million people a week sat down to watch them refuse to apologise for it.
Jennifer Paterson was sixty-eight, a Catholic who had cooked for the staff of The Spectator and been sacked for throwing the crockery out of the window. Clarissa Dickson Wright was a barrister who had drunk her way through a fortune and come out the other side. Neither had been on television. Both had been told all their lives that the way they ate was going to kill them, and both had decided they would rather be fat and fed than thin and lied to.
If you watched it you remember the sound of it. Jennifer scraping an entire pack of butter into a pan while talking about the war. Clarissa holding up a lump of suet to the camera and saying the word with relish. Game pie, kidneys in cream, bacon fat poured over cabbage, a pudding made with a pound of dripping. They cooked for monks, for lifeboatmen, for the Women's Institute, in country-house kitchens with the Aga going.
And every episode had a moment where one of them turned to the lens and said what nobody else on television would. Low fat was a fraud. Margarine was a chemical. Vegetarianism was for people with something wrong with them. Clarissa said if God had not meant us to eat animals he would not have made them out of meat.
It went out in forty countries. The BBC had expected a curiosity and got the most watched cooking programme it had ever made.
Jennifer died in 1999, of lung cancer, with a tin of caviar on the bedside table that she had asked for. Clarissa went in 2014 at sixty-six, having spent her last years defending the butcher, the gamekeeper and the dairy farmer against a country that had forgotten what they were for.
They were never right about everything. They were right about the one thing the nation was being lied to about, and they said it with a sidecar and a block of butter in front of twelve million people at a time when every other cook on television was holding up a tub of spread.
Muslim parents "demanded" a ban on pork at a school in a city in the Netherlands.
The mayor of that place responded with wise words!
"Muslims must understand that they must adapt to the Netherlands, their customs, their traditions, their way of life, because it was the country they chose to emigrate to.
They must understand that they are the ones who must integrate and learn to live in the Netherlands.
They must understand that they are the ones who must change their lifestyle, not the Dutch.
You must understand that the Dutch are not racist or xenophobic.
We accept many immigrants, from many countries with different cultures and religions, which are Islamic countries that do not accept non Islamic immigrants.
Therefore, the Dutch are not willing to give up their identity and their culture.
In conclusion, they must understand that in the Netherlands, with their Jewish Christian roots, Christmas trees, churches, and religious parties, the religion must remain in the Netherlands.
For Muslims who disagree with the Dutch culture and religion and do not feel comfortable in the Netherlands, there are 57 beautiful Muslim countries around the world, most of them populated and ready to receive them with open arms, according to the sharia.
If you leave your country to come to the Netherlands, and not to a Muslim country, it is because you have seen a better life in the Netherlands than where you come from.
THIS IS THE WAY TO TREAT PEOPLE COMING IN THAT ARE THEIR TO DESTROY OUR COUNTRIES! IF YOU DONT LIKE IT? GO HOME!
We are running out of dried pasta - any donations welcome. Drop off points include Asda, Lidl in Elgin and Forres, Tesco in Elgin, Forres and Keith, some Co-op stores, M&S, Poundland, Elgin City FC, and ReBoot in Forres. THANK YOU!
Anybody who has ever lost a pet knows how heartbreaking it can be. If people say “it’s just a pet”, they really don’t understand.
#RainbowBridgeRemembranceDay#Pets