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Wow! Why????!?!?

I'm sorry, but this is simply lovely, and I've no time for those who'll inevitably sneer at it as "Paddingtonism", or whatever. Like it or not, this is the version of Britain most British people identify with. Good on his M the K for participating, too.

Just lovely ❤️

I have a theory that deliveroo bike riders are used by foreign criminal gangs to freely transport drugs and other illegal items “under cover” around our towns and cities.

@JuliaHB1 @TiceRichard Genius!

This policy is genius. Everyone can get what they vote for - what's not to like?!

Made in Scotland…🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 Scottish inventions…The list goes on and on and on and on…

@omnimiss1 @KensingtonRoyal Thankuou! 🐾

@linsey67 @KensingtonRoyal Your Otto is a good looking dude!

Welcome to the family, Otto! 1 today 🥳 🎂

When the adult has to go and keep the peace. 🤴I NEVER thought I’d say the about King Charles. Diplomacy at its best

I’m no royalist, but King Charles is giving a masterclass on sophisticated diplomacy on his US visit. He’s combining charm while displaying dry humour at Donald Trump’s expense. In effect, he’s displaying the type of characteristics that are completely beyond Keir Starmer.

The way in which the elderly are treated in the UK is disgraceful. Digitisation of everything. Lack of care support. Winter fuel allowance removal. NHS treatment waiting lists. Reduction in public services. This will leave so many elderly people in terrible health, lack of support, poverty and isolation Remember when they said “save granny”? The government don’t give a shit about granny.

Men without degrees built this.

Liver and onions was on the kitchen table of roughly every British household in the country, at least once a fortnight, from approximately 1850 to approximately 1985. A Tuesday meal. Whatever day the butcher had lamb's liver in, or pig's liver if you were further down the week, or ox liver if the household was stretching the budget. Your mother bought it that afternoon. Still warm, or nearly. Deep burgundy, slick and glossy on the butcher's paper. Half a pound. Tuppence. Change from a shilling. She sliced it quarter of an inch thick, dusted it in seasoned flour, and laid it in a pan where a pound of onions had been going soft in bacon fat for twenty minutes. Two minutes one side. Two minutes the other. The middle still faintly pink. Overcooked liver was a mortal sin in a British kitchen, spoken of by grandmothers with genuine sadness, the way a priest might discuss a lapsed parishioner. Pan juices deglazed with water and Worcestershire, poured over. Mashed potato. A pile of cabbage. A rasher of bacon laid across the top if it was a good week. The whole thing cost, in 1962, approximately 8p per serving. It delivered, in a single plate, the highest concentration of bioavailable vitamin A in any food on earth, more B12 than any supplement will ever contain, haem iron at absorption rates a plant source cannot match, copper, zinc, choline, folate, and selenium. Nobody called it a superfood. Nobody called anything a superfood. It was called Tuesday. Then, between 1985 and 2005, liver quietly disappeared. Mothers stopped buying it. The butcher stopped ordering it. The supermarket stopped stocking it. By 2010, most British adults under thirty had never knowingly eaten it. The word now carries a faint cultural embarrassment. A food your nan ate. Something to move past. Meanwhile, 20% of British women of childbearing age are anaemic. The NHS prescribes them ferrous sulphate tablets that cause nausea and take six months to address a deficiency one plate of liver a fortnight would correct in weeks. The women taking the tablets are, in many cases, the granddaughters of the women who ate the liver. The deficiency is cultural amnesia with a prescription attached. Your butcher still has lamb's liver in the counter. Ask him. He will be delighted. He might throw in the kidneys. Flour. Bacon fat. Onions. Four minutes total. Worcestershire. Mashed potato underneath. The grandmother is gone, but the dish remembers her, and so do you, whether you knew her or not. Eat it. Pass it on.

If everyone stops using these companies then these undocumented men and foreigners will have no work! Please stop! Boycott them!

Absolutely!

As the media reports of food and energy shortages in Britain because of the Iran war, it’s worth remembering that Britain is surrounded by fertile land and natural energy yet, successive governments have undermined farming, fishing and energy production for decades. Shameful.

If these are your sons - 👏 👏👏

@JamesMelville It’s so upsetting seeing the despair and neglect in beautiful Ryker. Can’t believe he was ‘surrendered’ and not ‘rescued’. I hope his owner faces the punishment he deserves. Thanks to the foster home for bringing love to this handsome boy.

Ryker the husky dog had been neglected and left on the brink of death with bad health and starvation. His rescue and transformation back to good health is a heartwarming story.

Right, I'm off to work. As a 66 year old homeowner who's now been working for 50 years through thick and thin, I know I've been a "burden" on society. I started working when James Callahan was Prime Minister and I've be a drain on society during the tenure of EVERY PM since then. I continue to take the piss by getting up every weekday morning and doing a days graft before returning to my home, which I really don't deserve because it's just a wicked twist of fate that I was born into a generation where home ownership became possible and the mere fact that I now own my home makes me a villain. Worse still, I'm a "Boomer" villain. This is unforgivable. So I'm considering renting a small flat and giving my home to a group of people who truly deserve to live in it. But who? Some "digital artists" with degrees in "Meme Creativity"? Chantelle, ("Influencer" and came 6th on Love Island), and her besties who could turn the front room into a nail bar and install a hot tub on the patio? I'd obviously pay for the tub and the increased electricity bill. Yusef and his best mates from Somalia? I know many people such as Yusef are housed in hotels, which are quite comfy, but I'm sure they'd appreciate living in a nice bungalow in Devon. There's even a convenience store around the corner. Easy pickings. It's a dilemma. I really don't know what you do. I'll ponder this question as I'm clambering over someones roof today trying to repair their rotten fascia board. Have a lovely day.