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@polobear_88 Oh dear 🤦‍♀️ sounds like you have a very bad dose of …..jealousy…. I’m sure there’s something somewhere you can take for this.

He's called Luke The Nuke cos him and his backwards family look like they crawled out of reactor 4 at Chernobyl.

@Gabriele_Corno He returned voluntarily…… complete with harness attached. How very considerate of him. 🤦‍♀️

The wounded and healed bison returns to the Indian reservation where he was raised.

@jockmcnie @ThisIsEmmaPx Way above her pay grade I would imagine. Also I’ve no doubt she values her life. 🤦‍♀️

@ThisIsEmmaPx Instead of filming, challenge them, ask them what they are doing. Do something!

Still cannot get over these two cash machine engineers cash trapping in Chelmsford last week. Straight off the bus from Wethersfield and straight to work.

@jamesfahey15 I’ll put up with the hose-ban if it means we get a run of sunshine 🌞

Due to milder weather and possible heat Irish water may have to impose a hosepipe ban next week.

@svershbow Good luck Janice. I really hope you’ll find your forever home 🙏

Everyone wish Foster Dog Janice good luck at her adoption meeting this afternoon!

@Richard75129359 @NolanColeen @loosewomen Why would she need a man?

@NolanColeen @loosewomen still cant find a man though

This was today's @loosewomen outfit. 💙

@Michaeljos92972 Oh that was such a lovely read. Thank you for sharing.

PEANUT. The house was quiet in the way only grieving houses know how to be. Not peaceful quiet. Not restful quiet. But the kind of silence that still sounds like someone missing. The right side of the bed remained untouched, Rebecca’s pillow still carrying the faintest trace of her lavender shampoo and the ghost of a woman who had spent a lifetime building warmth out of pain. Some nights Michael would reach across the mattress before remembering. And every time he remembered… it hurt all over again. That night, rain tapped softly against the bedroom window while Bella snored at the foot of the bed and Bambi slept curled tightly against Rebecca’s old sweater near the dresser. Winston and Penny had claimed their usual nighttime thrones somewhere in the darkness. And then there was Peanut. Tiny. Warm. New. The little Siamese kitten climbed carefully onto Michael’s chest before settling against his neck like he belonged there. Michael smiled through exhausted eyes. “You’re awfully affectionate for a cat.” Peanut purred loud enough to vibrate against his skin. “I’m not really a cat yet,” Peanut whispered. Michael blinked. “No?” “Nope. I’m still mostly love.” That pulled a tired laugh out of him. The first real laugh in days. Peanut lifted his tiny head. His blue eyes glowed softly in the moonlight. “Can I ask you something, Michael?” “Anything.” “Why me?” Michael frowned gently. “What do you mean?” “Why did you pick me?” The question hung in the darkness. Michael looked toward Rebecca’s side of the bed. “Because this house forgot how to breathe after Rebecca died.” Peanut listened carefully. “And because,” Michael continued softly, “everybody here was hurting. Bella misses her. Bambi cries for her. Even Winston and Penny wander around looking for her.” His voice cracked. “And honestly… so do I.” Peanut pressed his tiny face beneath Michael’s chin. “I think Rebecca helped me find you,” Michael whispered. The kitten purred harder at that. “You know what I think?” Peanut asked. “What?” “I think she knew your heart was breaking… and she sent me to sit on the broken part.” Michael closed his eyes. The tears came quietly now. Not violent. Not shattered. Just love leaving the body for a moment because it had nowhere else to go. After a long silence, Peanut spoke again. “I really love it here.” Michael smiled faintly. “You do?” “Oh yes,” Peanut said excitedly. “Bella checks on me every five minutes like I’m royalty. Bambi acts tough but she sleeps closer to me every night. Winston pretends not to care, but he watched me eat dinner tonight to make sure I understood where the bowls are.” Michael chuckled softly. “And Penny?” he asked. Peanut gasped dramatically. “Penny is terrifying.” Michael laughed harder this time. “But also elegant,” Peanut quickly added. “Like a tiny queen with murder paws.” The kitten stretched across Michael’s chest. “I’ve never had a family before,” Peanut whispered. “Not a real one. Not like this.” Michael swallowed hard. Peanut looked around the dark room lovingly. “There’s sadness here,” he said quietly. “I can feel it in the walls. Everybody misses Rebecca so much.” “We do.” “But there’s love everywhere too,” Peanut continued. “In the blankets. In Bella’s kisses. In the way Bambi waits by the bathroom door for you. In the way you say Rebecca’s name like she’s still here.” His tiny paw rested against Michael’s cheek. “I think she is here a little,” Peanut whispered. “I think love stays where it’s needed most.” Michael broke then. Not from despair. But from the unbearable mercy of hearing something beautiful when he thought beauty had left the room forever. Peanut slowly curled himself around Michael’s neck like a tiny living scarf, his warm body rising and falling against Michael’s skin. Then, barely above a whisper, Peanut said, “Michael… I love you.” A tear slipped down Michael’s cheek. He held the tiny Siamese close against his heart and kissed the top of his head. “I love you too, my little Peanut.”

@RojersBilly @LukeTheNuke180 What a sad little life you must lead… if you took the time to focus in on a photo of someone’s shoes. Jealous much!

@LukeTheNuke180 Bro is wearing high heels 👠😂

what an honour🙏🏼 an amazing day and a very proud moment for me and my family. not that long ago I was playing in the academy and local pub leagues so to now have an mbe is crazy. wouldn’t be here without all the support of my family, sponsors and all of you so thank you it means a lot❤️

@Mickmannnn My thoughts and prayers are with you today Mick. I can’t even begin to imagine the heartache of losing your beautiful son so suddenly. I’m sure Hans would want you to live a full and happy life. 🙏

Exactly a year ago today I lost my son Hans. He died in his sleep unexpectedly. From that moment on my life has changed forever. I may never recover from the loss and I pray to God to give me enough strength to go through the remainder of my life in peace. 🙏

@Gillian275Gm If he finds it would Raymond mind sending some my way please 🙏

Reymond looking for summer.

@CorkTruckDriver @REBELC0RK Why embarrassing?? It’s raining in all parts of the country too 🤷‍♀️

Embarrassing to say this is my home city. Town is finished.

@bigphil321 Wow! 😔😢😭

Bloody hell, this hit home 💙💙💙😢😢😢

@66BrianRushford No! Neither have I 🤷‍♀️

Am I the only person that has never had a Kebab?

@LharaMullins This is so lovely for both of you! Can never have enough relatives ( well nice ones a😉) 🤗

Well they weren't serial killers thankfully & we had the loveliest visit! My cousin Alyson (in this pic) also wrote a book & it's the most amazing story of her IVF journey. So we exchanged our books as you do...like what are the chances? 📚

@jamesfahey15 Sounds great…. If it was November 🤦‍♀️. Heating on full blast here 😠

It’s a miserable night out there cold and wet and nothing like the month of May. So good fire on and the heating and coming up on RTE1 Tradfluencer The Sharon Shannon Story. Oh and a glass of Vino. 🍷

@Mickmannnn A handsome young man. 💔 🙏

He was my pride and joy; My raison d’etre. He was a pain in the neck, smart ass genius and loved life to the fullest. Miss you buddy. 😔❤️❤️❤️

@seafoid19 Clever girl 😂😂

@seafoid19 She’ll take one look at the weather🤦‍♀️ and go straight back to sleep 😁

@seafoid19 Oh🤗 after how long ??

@Michaeljos92972 🙏 for your niece. Hope she’s doing ok.

HEALTH UPDATE my niece who just had the twins is in the ICU for emergency surgery. Apparently, some women after delivery have excessive, life-threatening bleeding problems. Her surgery went well. Hopefully she'll be moved to a normal hospital room tomorrow. My sister and other niece are taking care of the babies. UGH