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Wow, fabulous outfit. Instant glam, @naomiosaka

@sampson_dog Good luck, Mom. I’m sure Pax will give you lots of support and Sampson will he waiting when you get home… 💛

Mom has to get an EMG & nerve conduction study today as part of her Post-Concussive Syndrome (PCS) treatment to check how her nerves and muscles are working together. The tests help doctors see if nerve damage or muscle problems are causing her symptoms - loss of dexterity, balance problems. Pax will need to stay close and do his best service dog duties the whole time! The prescribing doctor apologized in advance saying this will be uncomfortable. Mom’s a little worried! But has a lot of support!

@hugh_canning @BBCRadio3 Yes!

@rowenamezzo @BBCRadio3 Is today the day?

Thrilled to be here! Happy Birthday to my favourite concert hall! #WigmoreHall125 🥂 @BBCRadio3

@PetrocTrelawny And maybe now you can relax with a Cornish cream tea!

a hot day but lovely and cool at Wigmore where the Modigliani and Leonkoro Quartets play Mendelssohn’s Octet, Turina and Schulhoff to start the hall’s 125th birthday celebration. Live at Radio 3 at 1pm.

In 1884, when he was working at Fontainebleau, John Lavery painted an unknown woman resting in a hammock slung between trees close to a river. That sense of dolce far niente, of beautiful youth and summer's luxuriance remained with him for the rest of his life. This is from 1904

@vivjones10 @FriseSally I’m sure they will soon!

@rowenamezzo @FriseSally I have lots of buds but the flowers haven’t come out yet on my jasmine?

Sitting outside with a chilled glass of wine inhaling the scent of jasmine…

@EdelaQuintaine 🥂

@rowenamezzo Cheers my dear Rowena

@Mahler18601911 That is a fabulous recording. I heard them play it live a few years ago…

Now playing. The Adagio from the Piano Concerto No 23 in A Major is indescribably beautiful and heartbreaking.

Love this…

@jamesmeredithd1 @jessicaduchen @FriseSally Beautiful!

A beautiful book arrived in the post yesterday - 'The Glyndebourne Gardens' with watercolours by Elizabeth Bury. I would never personally say "Who needs the opera?" but I might be tempted to linger after the interval... @jessicaduchen @FriseSally @rowenamezzo

Flott’s costumes on display at @glyndebourne

I wonder how many know (I didn’t) that Nora’s story in A Doll’s House was based on that of Ibsen’s friend, the writer Laura Kieler, whose life was damaged by identification with the fictional character. “You have ruined my soul.” Fascinating new edition I copy-edited last year:

Si vous êtes à Rome, n'oubliez pas que demain, 24 mai, le Panthéon se remplira de milliers de pétales de roses. L’un des rites les plus évocateurs et spectaculaires de Rome revient à l’occasion de la Pentecôte.

Wangalla… 💚🐘

Émile Zola taking a photograph.

Dear book reviewers, If you are reading a book in translation, please remember that every single word you are reading was chosen by the translator. Every. Single. Word. Sometimes even agonized over for hours, or days. There are two authors of a translated book, not one.

Sometimes Rosa mundi flowers come in red orderly stripes, sometimes in splashes, sometimes in mere stains and splotches, but always various, decorative and interesting. They remind one of red cherry juice generously stirred into a bowl of cream. #gardening

She was 19 years old when she walked into Dundee Maternity Hospital in labour in the 1960s. A young girl about to become a mother. She never laid eyes on her baby girl. Never held her. Never counted her tiny fingers. Never kissed her forehead. Never knew the colour of her eyes. Never knew her smell. Never heard her cry. Heavily sedated, she woke up alone. Around her were mothers cradling newborn babies, cots resting at the ends of their beds, soft cries filling the ward. But at the end of my auntie’s bed, there was no cot. No baby. Just silence. Still dazed and confused, she clawed through the duvet covers searching for her daughter, desperately believing someone must have moved her. Instead, she was told her baby had died. No explanation. No goodbye. No chance to see her. No chance to hold her. Then she was sedated again. A funeral went ahead without her. A mother buried her child without ever being allowed to meet her. It was only a couple of years ago that we finally managed to source the birth and death certificates for baby Gillian. My auntie kept them close until she passed away two years ago, carrying a grief that had never been given a voice, never been acknowledged, never been healed. She told me once she would wake in the night searching the duvet for baby Gillian decades later. Today we remember Margaret. And we remember Gillian. And we remember the thousands of women whose stories were silenced behind hospital walls. Because maternity harm is not history. It lives in our mothers, our grandmothers, our aunties and in every family still carrying unanswered questions and unbearable loss. The greatest scandal in the world is the harm done to women while bringing future generations into this world. These women deserved dignity. They deserved truth. They deserved their babies. And they deserved to be believed. Rest in eternal peace Auntie Margaret & Cousin Gillian. I do this for you. @ArturNadol7566 @KenZeroHarm @MareeToddMSP