Barnaby Philip John Webber
11/01/2004-13/06/2023 💔
If you can, share these images of the beautiful soul stolen from us by the worst of humanity.
Let his face today burn bright.
Barney, I promise you there will be accountability 💛💚
For You. For Grace. For Ian.
🏋️ Maverick Riches is 16, from Northern Ireland & has been selected to represent GB at the World Powerlifting Championships AND Northern Ireland at the Commonwealth Championships this summer.
He needs our help to get there.
🙏👉 RT to spread the word!
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🏋️ Maverick Riches is 16, from Northern Ireland & has been selected to represent GB at the World Powerlifting Championships AND Northern Ireland at the Commonwealth Championships this summer.
He needs our help to get there.
🙏👉 RT to spread the word!
https://t.co/kZ3BnR4BV1
🚨 ALERT: Approximately 26,000 beagles are still imprisoned inside Marshall BioResources.
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May 28–30, 2026
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🚨Fish, birds and even dogs have been killed by toxic algae in the UK and Ireland’s largest lake: Lough Neagh.
Abuse of our waters must stop.
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My daughter lost this bangle today 29/4/26 pm at or near Sloane Square tube. It is very sentimental, she is 6 months pregnant and utterly heartbroken - hearing her sob on the phone was dreadful. Do your thing X - I know it would be a miracle but we live in hope that someone may return it.💛
Please donate/share 🙏🏻
Every day, families face the heartbreaking reality of dementia.
We’re running 33 marathons across Ireland to raise awareness & funds for those affected.
Together, we can help end this silent suffering. https://t.co/6dofigOHIi
MISSING DOG: This is Little Lola who got out earlier today, her family are extremely worried
She is a gentle wee girl and may be frightened in the storm.
She was last seen in the Cliftonville area of north Belfast - any sightings please contact - lost paws NI (link below)
An affectionate young dog who has spent most of his life at Dogs Trust Ballymena is eagerly awaiting his lift-off moment when he finally meets his forever family.
Three-year-old Rocket has waited more than 400 days for adoption.
Read more https://t.co/hVq1loFFkj
I used to be an alcoholic and it makes you the most selfish person. For 25 years I just thought about the next drink or how to escape on my own to self sabotage.
I sat today with the 6 old dogs in the retirement home. Some have fallen off bridges. One is blind. Atlas had a huge cancer removed. They are the oldest sickest dogs.
I was completely at peace (albeit only for 10 mins as busy with emergencies). The stuff in here is simple and fairly cheap. It’s the middle of the jungle. The dogs don’t care what I’m wearing or what model my iPhone is. It’s a place of simple calm recovery and peace.
I’m not looking for praise. It’s more just a reflection of the person you can be without alcohol (or whatever your vice is) holding you back. I’d never have done anything like this with booze.
If anybody out there maybe thinks you can’t do it too please have a go. I never thought it was possible to be happy but sitting with my sick dogs today I really was. It’s nice to not be beholden to addiction and it’s amazing to just be able to hold your head high and say to yourself “yeah this is nice” ❤️
My name’s Daniel, I’m 45, and two weeks ago I learned something about my mother that I’m still ashamed I didn’t see sooner.
She’s 80, lives alone in the little tan house she’s been in for half a century. The one with the peeling shutters and the mailbox she still refuses to replace because “it works just fine.”
Last Wednesday, she called and said:
“Danny… I need help with my grocery list. Can you come? I think I’m forgetting things.”
My first instinct?
Annoyance.
I had deadlines.
Kids’ activities.
Bills on my desk.
A hundred things pulling me in every direction.
So I said, “Just tell me what you want. I’ll order it all online.”
But she was quiet for a long moment before whispering:
“I’d rather you come.”
So I did.
When I walked into her kitchen, three grocery bags were already sitting neatly on the counter.
“Mom… you already shopped,” I said, confused.
She waved her hand. “Those are just basics. I still need a few things.”
She opened her notebook — the same spiral-bound one she’s used for years — and handed it to me.
The list said:
• grapes
• paper towels
• coffee creamer
• company
And suddenly everything inside me went still.
She looked embarrassed, like a kid caught doing something wrong.
“I just… didn’t know how else to ask you to come,” she whispered. “You’re always so busy, and I didn’t want to bother you.”
That sentence —
those ten quiet words —
hit harder than anything I’ve felt in years.
My mom, the woman who worked two jobs and still made every school concert…
the woman who saved every drawing I ever made…
the woman who put herself last for decades…
felt she had to pretend she needed groceries
just to feel worthy of a visit from her own son.
I hugged her so tightly she laughed and said, “Oh goodness, you’ll break me.”
We never went to the store.
Instead, we sat at the tiny kitchen table covered in little sunflower placemats she’s had since the ’90s.
We talked about the neighbor’s new dog.
About her tomato plant that refuses to grow.
About my dad, and how she still forgets he’s not coming through the door sometimes.
I stayed longer than I planned.
Drank terrible instant coffee.
Listened — really listened — the way she used to listen to me.
Before I left, she walked me to the door and held my hand for a moment longer than usual.
“You made my week, sweetheart,” she said softly.
Driving home, I couldn’t shake one thought:
How many times did she wait by the window, hoping my car would turn into the driveway?
How many afternoons did she tell herself,
“He’ll come when he has time,”
while the house echoed with loneliness I didn’t notice?
I realized that somewhere along the road of adulthood —
work, kids, obligations, noise —
I started treating her like an errand.
Someone to “fit in” when life allowed it.
But to her?
I was never an errand.
I was her world.
And all she wanted
was an hour with her son
in the home where she raised him.
💛 THE LESSON
Your parents won’t always tell you they’re lonely.
They won’t always say they miss you.
They won’t always ask directly.
Sometimes they’ll hide it behind a grocery list.
Behind a broken lamp.
Behind a request that doesn’t really need doing.
Go anyway.
Sit at their table.
Drink the bad coffee.
Let them tell you stories you’ve heard a thousand times.
Because one day the chair will be empty.
The notebook will be closed.
The porch light will be off.
And you’ll wish you had treated an ordinary Wednesday
like the priceless moment it truly was.
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.
*****
"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. 🤍
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This is Waffles. I just met her in Chicago.
She was saved just in time from the dog meat trade in Korea. She was destined to be butchered up.
She is a gentle giant and she needs a home. Hopefully X can help… (1/8) 🧵
We’re recruiting a fixed term (3 years) researcher in clinical exercise science and Long COVID. If you want to join a team that is at the forefront of the pathophysiology/lived experience research then please get in touch.
Please share with your network!
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A lovely story of survival and a last minute second chance at life.
This is Cercei who was due to be euthanized tomorrow here in New York.
She was too fat, too scared and too old. Nobody wanted her. That changes today… (1/8) 🧵
Opening Alba's Kitchen Today 💜
🥘 Built this from scratch in 3 months since her passing
🧑🍳 We will serve half a million meals here this a year for street dogs
It's a longer watch but I'm so happy this is little Alba's legacy 🥰🙏
A new international survey has been released exploring the experiences of athletes with ME / Long Covid (with PEM)
Please share widely - all info on our website here
https://t.co/L46bdnd7iS
To my psych colleagues - pls be mindful.
The BioPsychoSocial model has a horrendous reputation in the chronically ill community.
The role of psychology on severe biologically/physiological disease has been MASSIVELY overplayed, & is used to gaslight patients. #longcovid. #ME
Well Nina was supposed to go to her forever home on Monday. They've dropped out. No warning. Just said they can't take her and no further communication with Nina's foster. I'm so upset for her. She's waited a long time and is such a lovely girl. Loving, playful and perfect. Lucky escape for her but when will she get her own family 🥹