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@Mr_SPICI 2!

I know most of y’all will pick 6, right? 👀

@StarlingLucifer As dit jou soveel pla, kom dan maar terug Suid Afrika toe waar jy nie hoef te kak en kerm oor die prys nie. Problem solved 🐈‍⬛

@Mr_SPICI 😉🤣

@hurst_buddy Good

Your birth month is your husband. Are you happily married or getting a divorce? 🤔

@chefsevenn That is the only way to drink it. Black and without sugar. Otherwise it becomes a milkshake or frapé which is no longer coffee ☕️

Are you able to drink coffee with no sugar? ☕️

@BioBite_ I followed your recipe to a T! It was the most disgusting dish I have ever tasted. I literally put it in the trash bin. Consider yourself blocked. 🚫

Eggs and pasta. You’ve never made a recipe like this before.

@XLifepad Weight Loss.

Natural remedy for Weight loss

The dog, sensing that his owner is about to have a seizure, first makes his owner sit on the floor, then gets water from the cupboard, finds her medicine and gives it to her, then makes his owner lie on the floor.

@theamelia__ Red red wine 🍷

Peter’s dog found a bear cub in the pool..

He chose a lovely dinosaur as his friend

@WOOLWORTHS_SA I was at the Parkwood store at around 17:20. 2 Cashiers and 10 people in the queue. Then the one cashier decided to offer a personal shopping experience to a very well looked after lady, not a day over 35 and not disabled. Cashier proceeded to push her trolley and

@Therapyquotes_ Amen! 🙏 King 👑 of Kings!

If you laugh, you’re going to heII 😂🤣

We’ve made it, folks. “Gatvol” is officially in the Oxford Dictionary! 🇿🇦📖😅

These are so funny 🤣🤣🤣

*One month before her 95th birthday, Patricia Routledge wrote something that still gently echoes:* **“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 watercolor 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