@CormStrikeFan Goes without saying, but- just to be clar- the premise is I like them all. If I had to rank them:
1. Troubled Blood
2. The Ink Black Heart and Lethal White
3. The Running Grave
4. The Cuckoo' s calling and The Silkworm
5. The Hallmarked man and Career of Evil
@kenzjones93 In the best and most positive spirit possible, but I am still a but annoyed at Robin, even after my second re- read.. I understand she is in a bad place mentally, but she her level of dental still annoys me a bit.. still love her, but also annoyed at her...
@jk_rowling@NickCohen4 Violence against civilians is a terrible crime. People who genuinely care about human rights would never confuse, let alone attack Jewish people, for the crimes of the Israeli government. I believe sometimes these concepts are mixed factitiously by the media.
@jk_rowling@NickCohen4 Killing Jewish people in the name of free Palestine makes absolute 0 sense. Killing civilians never makes sense. Similarly, saying Pro Palestine protests should have stopped does not make any sense to me: a genocide is ongoing [1/2]
@wrenske@GingerBriq yes. And we are at meta denial levels. she knows very well what murphy is talking about when he mentions ' distance' etc etc. she just does not want to deal with it: she is jot in a mental state to accept the reality of her feelings..very frustrating
@LindsayMLand@kenzjones93 Not sure why, but the conversation with Dilly, Tyler's grandma gave me Bathilda Bagshot vibes as well..the way she doesn't always really answer may be? Not sure, but got that vibe
@jk_rowling I won't lie: I am a bit mad at Robin right now..I understand she has been dealing with a lot, but I just finished the book and that's how I feel right now.. I will crash her first therapy session and express my feelings there 🤣
❗️BREAKING❗️: Gaza Al-Roya Tower (12 floors of media, clinics, sports & civilian offices) is under threat.
Smashing, bombing, levelling everything built on the surface is not war: it is the deliberate creation of conditions meant to destroy a group as such, i.e. genocide.
*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