@TonyLaneNV Remember when the last rows were for smokers? They should make those rows of the plane for kids with their moms/dads, then sweep a thick curtain across. So the rest of us without kids can nanny nap. 😉
@zarahsultana@DavidLammy@Prisoners4Pal Zara - WHY do you think they remove insulin from someone who doesn’t eat? Because Insulin works WITH food to manage glucose. You Dimwit.
@cold957 I agree, she just isn’t funny. I saw a clip of her on Loose Women (I know🫣) and they were all laughing, at what I have no idea, to be polite, maybe?
@JimDodgy@akafaceUS The car stopped because the van pulled in front of him, the cyclist was on his bumper, he should have made sure there was plenty of stopping space by slowing down.
An investigation by @DurhamPolice, in collaboration with the @RSPCA_official, is underway after footage was circulated online showing a huntsman repeatedly striking a horse over the head with a riding crop.
The incident took place in Foxton, near Sedgefield, County Durham, on Saturday, November 8, and the huntsman has been identified in reports as RICHARD SMITH of the South Durham Hunt.
@Frannymae76 @BuzzingPop She doesn’t and never has claimed to be a perfect mother, to be fair she’s not been allowed to see THEIR children. Ask yourself why the book? why now? Anything to do with the half million dollars gravy train no longer coming his way? He’s a douche bag.
Rest in peace, Patricia Routledge 🙏🏻
In memory of her, I encourage everyone to read these words of hers from February last year.
Whether young or old, you're bound to get something out of it.
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"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 watercolour 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
*****
Once more, rest in peace. 🤍
@accord_gen@CollinRugg Whilst I don’t think it’s appropriate, If this version is sang to all kids on their birthday I don’t see a problem, the mother just made her son think he looks and smells like a monkey. A word in private at the school would suffice, if not then escalate it.
@TheNameIsBondss@Matt_Pinner Yes, I would. It’s their choice and we should respect their decision, I’d rather have a happy kid who chose his path than an unhappy kid who was forced down a path that I chose.