Morning

She was a beautifully staunch and robust human being, vulnerable in her latter years but she should still be alive

Good Morning All ☘︎︎ ̥࿐𓈒𓏸☕ ❝It is your divine right and your spiritual duty to protect your energy field from unwanted influences. Do not allow anyone to walk through your mind with their dirty feet.❞ Anthon St. Maarten Sunday Blessings 🙏

When I was ill I wanted to work. It was important to get out and be part of society, to see people, to talk and to laugh. So I got a job in a local pub. I made new friends, I was someone to talk to for that lonely older person and always the on hand first aider. I also have a forensic memory. Working is beneficial to everyone. Just because it isn’t your dream job doesn’t mean it is beneath you.

One of the earliest photos of her I took nearly 20 years ago in 2007. She will always be my little girl. I couldn't find the original photo so I had to download from my old Deviant art. No cat has ever or will ever match her. So intelligent and beautiful.

Beverley enjoys her Tweezer Cricket! Trevor Will Hunt! (He needs a Double Serving!)

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Have you seen enough baby otters today? No? Let me fix that for you.

express.co.uk/news/uk/225127… The NHS refused to send an ambulance to me — I could have died. This morning I had a meeting with 999 LAS operations regarding what happened. This should not of happened and hopefully lessons will be learnt.

📅 12th September 2026 🏷️ Instagram/motheroffrogsrescue 💕 #animaloftheday

Two Displeased Dirt Gremlins have been woken up for Dinner and they are feeling Very Staring About That!

Scottish currency is awesome...

I can’t stop laughing 😂🤣👏

Miss her everyday 🥹😔💔

Disco Rave Fly

I’ve known @Glinner since ‘94, where I had a small, but reoccurring role in his sitcom “Paris”. I was a complete unknown, & yet I have NEVER, to this day, forgotten his kindness, generosity & attention. It’s rare, believe me. Don’t confuse tenacity, self-defence & an unshakable belief in doing what’s right as a weakness of character. Thank you, Graham.

My dad died yesterday aged 73. I wasn’t sure whether to share this but if it brings attention to an illness too few people understand, perhaps it belongs here. A London cabbie & lifelong Spurs supporter, he was there for every one of my brothers’ and his grandsons’ football matches. I once represented him at the Carriage Office for bad driving; I loved him but the prosecution had a case… My parents divorced when I was little so I did not grow up with him at home. We were very different men. I loved opera and all its drama; he loved Tottenham and cigarettes. We both took people as we found them and we both loved women, though in rather different ways. I never once doubted his pride in me. When I came out he responded with magnificent indifference: I was still his son, there was nothing else to discuss. In the last years of his life Jewish Care became his home, a place where dignity and tenderness were practised every day. Walid and Tosin, among so many others there, cared for him and came to kiss him goodbye. A Jewish man, held in his final days by people of different faiths: a quiet reminder that what is sacred in us is also what we share. He died with his family around him, loved and held to the last. Funny, beautifully flawed, loving and my dad. Lewy body dementia took him far too young. It made the familiar strange and the certain uncertain. Dementia can obscure a person but it does not erase them. At least one in ten people living with dementia has Lewy body’s, around 125,000 people in the UK yet it remains poorly understood, frequently missed & desperately under-researched. Please learn its name, learn its signs and if you can support the work to change that. @lbsorg @Jewish_Care