Welllllll I guess there are worse things I could do this summer β¨
GASSED to be playing badass babe Betty Rizzo on the UK tour of Grease πΈSee you on the road! #GreaseLightning
GABBY, Sharn, and Isabel are quite the DANGEROUS white women mean girl groupβ¦ from the selective hearing, twisting words, to feeling so emboldened to talk to and about ppl the way they do π their behaviour is so celebrated and I need someone to call them out #LoveIslandAU
Only 12% of the UK earning over Β£50k a year is such a humbling truth on the state of the UK general economy. Do you know how poor that is as one of the largest and biggest economies in the world ?
itβs actually insane the fact that so many ppl are against everyone having access to basic human needs. why are you against kids having free meals at school? why are you against elders on little to no income getting medication for reasonable prices? wtf is wrong with you ppl
One month before her 95th birthday, Patricia Routledge wrote words that still echo softly today:
βIβll be turning 95 this coming Monday. In my younger years, I was often filled with worry β worry that I wasnβt quite good enough, that no one would cast me again, that I wouldnβt live up to my motherβs hopes. But these days begin in peace, and end in gratitude.β
Her life didnβt truly take shape until her forties. She had worked steadily β in provincial theatres, radio plays, and West End productions β yet often felt adrift, searching for a home within herself.
At 50, she accepted a television role she assumed would be small: Hyacinth Bucket in Keeping Up Appearances. To her surprise, it carried her into living rooms around the world. That role, she later reflected, helped her embrace her own quirks. It healed something in her.
At 60, she began learning Italian β not for work, but so she could sing opera in its native tongue. She also discovered how to live alone without being lonely. Each night, she read poetry aloud, not for diction, but to quiet her soul.
At 70, she returned to Shakespeareβs stage, no longer burdened by the need to prove herself. She performed with stillness β and audiences felt that she was no longer acting, but simply being.
At 80, she took up watercolor painting. She painted flowers from her garden, old hats from her youth, faces she once glimpsed on the London Underground. Each painting was a memory made visible.
Now, at 95, she writes letters by hand. She bakes rye bread. She breathes deeply each morning. She cherishes laughter but no longer seeks to make anyone laugh. The quiet is her dearest companion.
And with that quiet came her message to us all:
Growing older is not the closing act. It can be the most exquisite chapter β if you let yourself bloom again.
Let these years be your treasure years.
You donβt need fame. You donβt need perfection.
You only need to show up β fully β for the life that is still yours.
With love and gentleness,
β Patricia Routledge
( pssttt- he babes, help me repost this tweet π₯°ππΎ)
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