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[katrina brooks @katrunkles]

@jk_rowling @damekatydenise_ 🤣

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

They took Nelson out of the field on Monday for a foot trim, and Hector, who once stood behind a gun carriage through a nation's grief without moving a muscle, came apart at a gate over a donkey being gone for forty minutes.

You would not predict it from looking at them. Hector is a Cavalry Black, near seventeen hands, seventeen years in the Household Cavalry, trained across all of them to master the one instinct every horse is built around, which is to run. He stood through the massed bands and the saluting guns and the pressing crowds of State occasions, holding the line while every nerve told him to bolt. Nelson is a small grey donkey a third his size who has never once in his life considered bolting from anything.

And Nelson is entirely in charge. He eats first, he picks the dry spot, and he decides when they move. The great black charger who carried the weight of the state defers, with enormous patience, to a donkey with firm views on rain.

So the farrier's assistant led Nelson down the lane at half past nine, and Hector discovered, as he does every single time and never learns, that his herd was one unbothered donkey and his herd had left the field.

He called. Not the polite nicker he keeps for his old groom. The full thing, the great cracked bugle of a horse who has decided the world is ending, flung down an empty Denbighshire lane over and over. He went to the gate and pushed his chest against it and called, and trotted the fence line and called, and stood in the wet he normally ignores, because Nelson is the one who minds the wet and Nelson was not there to mind it for him.

Forty minutes. The composed old soldier, the horse that fears nothing that comes with a rule, undone completely by the one thing that has none, which is the absence of a friend.

Then the trailer came back up the lane, and the ramp went down, and out walked Nelson, entirely composed, mildly put out by the whole excursion, treating the reunion as beneath comment. He did not call back. He went straight to the good hay, which had been sitting unguarded the whole time and was the only thing about the morning that had genuinely interested him.

Hector put his enormous head down over the little grey back and breathed, and the shaking went out of him, and the field was a field again.

The horse who stood through everything cannot stand one thing. His donkey walking out of sight. It is the least military weakness imaginable, and he has earned the right to it, and Nelson, chewing, has never once acknowledged that he is the whole reason a war horse sleeps at night.

[Fiona goddard @fionagoddarduk]

So just a quick update. I have a kidney stone blocking my kidney and its causing infection to run through my other organs. I need a CT scan and surgery soon but I had to discharge myself last night and take this on as an outpatient as west yorkshire police didnt bother coming out over the information of people connected to my abusers stalking me and watching my house. I did not feel comfortable staying in hospital away from my kids when there is potential for something further to happen. I am on antibiotics and pain relief till then with the agreement that if my condition worsens, I will ring an ambulance and return back to hospital.
While I wait for surgery im having to try and move asap so we are getting on with finding a house and trying to get moved before im off my feet with surgery.
West yorkshire police finally came today and have now started taking action and are looking at everything that has happened since febuary and now accept these are all connected and escalating at an alarming rate. They have finally agreed to saftey harden my house while we get moved and are doing digital traces on all the accounts that have been involved in the threats and abuse as we believe all the fake accounts are connected to each other and are being pushed by 2 of the 9 men that were convicted for raping me as a child, and now with the knowledge that they know where I live and have been around my house aswell as knowing what I have ordered and eaten, the police finally recognised the danger we are in that ive been trying to get them to respond to for months.
Although they are taking action now, for me this is too little too late, as my life has been turned upside down again through inaction. They are also checking cameras and reg plates so hopefully soon we can find out who exactly is doing all this.
Tomorrow I was supposed to be in parliment fighting for the early release scheme to exempt rapists and child rapists but, given everything going on, ill am not well enough and do not feel comfortable enough leaving my family to go that far away. My solicotor is going along with other survivors this affects and they will represent us all that are fighting this instead.
Lets hope the government listens and stop this act as I know I am not the only one facing these issues as a consequence.
People like this should be locked away for life, not given early release to terrorise thier victims more

[katrina brooks @katrunkles]

@London_W4 🤣

[katrina brooks @katrunkles]

@LBFlyawayhome I remember that one!

[katrina brooks @katrunkles]

@Shauna_Tweets 🤓

[(((Ruth Blunden))) @ruthblunden]

Today should have been Saffie-Rose Roussos 18th birthday but she was murdered in the Manchester Arena bombing in May 2017. Happy Birthday sweetheart. You are remembered. You are loved.

[katrina brooks @katrunkles]

@Jacxdad3376 😩

[katrina brooks @katrunkles]

@Jacxdad3376 🍻

[katrina brooks @katrunkles]

@London_W4 It’s end times for him! What an idiot 🤦‍♀️.

[Alastair Hilton @London_W4]

I am having a drink this evening with a friend in a Chiswick pub. Two policemen have just come into the pub and asked me to step outside. I have stepped outside and they have threatened me because I tweeted about a councillor banning seating outside pubs in Chiswick. They admit on video (watch it!) that I did not break the law at all. They came to threaten me. To warn me off tweeting about councillors and the council. This is modern Britain. This is the police state. Please, please, please watch this video. It does involve me using very bad language, but this has got to be seen. Police coming out to threaten someone who hasn’t committed a crime. I’m fuming.

[katrina brooks @katrunkles]

@Shauna_Tweets Who is he, Shauna?! Looks familiar … x

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

The Great Orme is a limestone headland on the North Wales coast, and it comes with roughly two hundred feral Kashmir goats that answer to absolutely no one.

These are not ordinary goats. Their ancestors were luxury animals, descended from the royal cashmere herd kept at Windsor in Victoria's day. A pair were brought west by Lord Mostyn in the late 1800s, released onto the Orme for a spot of refined grazing, and promptly threw off all civilisation to live as wild aristocrats on a windy rock. They have been up there, magnificently unbothered, for well over a century.

The goats have no view on their own noble lineage. They have strong views on gorse, on limestone scrub, on the timing of the tourist season, and on the structural integrity of every garden fence in Llandudno.

Several times a year, usually when the weather up top turns unacceptable even by Kashmir goat standards, they descend. Into the town. They eat the hedges. They annex the gardens. They stand in the middle of the road with the air of creatures conducting a property viewing. They have been photographed in bus shelters and lounging outside estate agents, radiating the serene confidence of animals that were here before the terraced housing and fully intend to outlast it.

Llandudno has around twenty thousand residents and two hundred goats, and on any given morning it is genuinely unclear which party considers the other a nuisance.

The council's great instrument of control is to put the nannies discreetly on contraceptives and otherwise pretend it has a say.

The goats have never once asked permission. They are descended from royalty, they were here first, and they would like you to remember both.

[Interesting things @awkwardgoogle]

A Taiwanese couple wears clothes that were left behind at their laundromat.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Keith went to church yesterday. Inside the church, during the service.

The churchyard he has done many times, on his usual east-to-west grid, a standing Sunday booking the Reverend makes and Steve objects to on principle. Yesterday he did the churchyard, and then, with the east section tidy and the morning still young, he found the south porch propped open for the early service and went in.

The ten o'clock was, by the time Keith arrived in the nave, approximately at the second hymn.

Accounts vary on the exact moment the congregation noticed. Most agree it was during "All Things Bright and Beautiful," which several present later judged poorly timed. By the third verse there was an Anglo-Nubian goat standing in the centre aisle, assessing the building with the calm professional eye of a surveyor who has been called in about damp.

He did not panic. A church is, to Keith, simply a large stone field with excellent acoustics and an unusual quantity of flowers. He worked it methodically. He sampled the arrangement on the south windowsill, found it acceptable, and moved on. He considered the green altar frontal at length and, to the visible relief of the churchwardens, declined it. He ate precisely one rose, thorns and all, from a pedestal near the font, the way a man tries a single olive at a party to confirm a suspicion about the host.

The Reverend, to his enormous credit, did not stop the service. When the hymn reached "all creatures great and small," he gave the smallest nod toward the goat in the aisle, and the congregation, being rural and unsurprised by very much, sang on. Mrs Pelham, eighty-one, in the second pew, reached out and scratched Keith behind the ears as he passed. Keith permitted it. Keith permits very little. Mrs Pelham has dined out on it all weekend.

Steve was in the fourth pew. Steve and Keith made eye contact. Nothing was said, because nothing is ever said, but a great deal was understood. Steve did not sing the rest of the hymn.

Keith left during the notices, which is when most of the congregation would have left if they could, and was found by Dave in the lane outside, eating cow parsley, with the unhurried air of an animal who has done a thorough job and is ready for his lift.

Dave's log, Sunday: "He got into the church. I do not want to discuss how. The Reverend says he is welcome any time, which I am fairly sure was a joke. I have written it in the Ecclesiastical column regardless, in case it was not."

The flowers are tidy.

The roses are down one.

The Reverend has Dave's number, and now, apparently, an open invitation.

Keith is thinking about Harvest.

[The Herald @heraldscotland]

The Boston Globe has dedicated a full page in today's edition to the Tartan Army 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 🇺🇸

The letter in Boston's largest newspaper reads: "Dear Tartan Army,

"You came for the World Cup, but gave us something more.

"For a week, you turned train stations into singalongs, Fenway into a football ground, and an ordinary June into something we'll be talking about for years.

"Boston has hosted championships, parades, and celebrations of every kind. But we've never hosted guests quite like you all.

"Thank you for the laughter, the bagpipes and the memories. The World Cup will move on. So will the songs, but we'll never forget the joy you brought to our city."

𝘐𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 @SPARScotland

𝘐𝘔𝘈𝘎𝘌: 𝘕𝘦𝘸𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵

[katrina brooks @katrunkles]

@officialsammyuk You’re a ⭐! Many many safe happies to you x

[katrina brooks @katrunkles]

@BenedictSpence Well said 🙄

[Lucy Connolly @LucyTCWife]

Prison won’t be kind to these two scumbags.