Jacque Low

@Awright874 @mrs_alyse @ZbigniewLamot So why are two of you responding to me if you don’t care? 🤣

@jaclow62 @mrs_alyse @ZbigniewLamot It’s cute you think we are supposed to care about your messed up countries opinion. 😂

You mean when a "once in a century" storm hit a region that usually has mild winters? Yeah, that's totally the same as an annual heat wave. Do you know what we did once we thawed out after the storm? We made changes to our infrastructure to avoid that issue again.

@mrs_alyse @Awright874 @ZbigniewLamot Tell me you’re an ignorant American, who’s never been anywhere outside the US, without using those words… Please stay at home and give your head a wobble. Travel broadens mind, but probably not yours.

@Awright874 @ZbigniewLamot I mean, that's how they're being overrun with immigrants who then go out and assault their daughters. Their government won't lift a finger for that either. Instead, they arrest Brits for social media posts.

@CrazyVibes_1 There are no coincidences, you may not be where you thought you’d be, but you’re exactly where you’re meant to be. I wish you and your girl a long and happy life ❤️

I’m 68 years old, a biker with more miles on my boots than most men dream of, and three years after losing my wife, I never thought life had any big surprises left for me. Then, by pure accident, I met Maya. She was four months old, lying in the NICU, crying like the world had already given up on her. Born with Down syndrome, a serious heart defect, and addicted to methamphetamine from birth, she had been turned down by twelve families. Too many complications. Too much risk. Too expensive. They were preparing to send her to institutional care. I had wandered onto the wrong floor while visiting a buddy when a nurse saw me standing there in my leather vest and said, “That baby’s been crying for hours. Nothing calms her. You want to try?” I picked her up, held her against my chest, and started humming a low, rumbling note—the same way I used to calm my Harley on cold mornings. Maya stopped crying instantly. Her tiny hand wrapped around my finger, and something in my chest that had been frozen since my wife passed came roaring back to life. I came back every single day for two weeks. When the social worker said they had no choice but to move her to a group home, I looked her in the eye and said, “No. I’ll take her.” They laid out every reason I shouldn’t: my age, my lifestyle, the surgeries ahead, the years of therapy and special care. I listened to all of it, then told them the only thing that mattered: “She deserves to grow up with someone who chooses her.” My motorcycle brothers showed up like a cavalry. These rough, tattooed men spent a whole weekend painting her nursery a soft sunny yellow and wrestling with a crib that took four of us three hours to assemble. They brought diapers, clothes, and enough casseroles to feed a platoon. For the first time in years, my house felt alive. At five months old, Maya went in for open-heart surgery with only a seventy percent chance of making it through. I sat in that waiting room for six long hours, making every promise to God I could think of. When the doctor finally came out smiling, I cried like a kid. Today, Maya is nine months old and she is the brightest light in my world. She smiles the moment I walk into the room, lighting up like I’m the best thing she’s ever seen. Her little laugh fills the house when I make silly faces or dance her around the living room to old rock ballads. She’s hitting her milestones with that stubborn fighter spirit I’ve come to love so much. The heart defect is behind us, and every day she grows stronger, happier, and more curious about the world. I know I won’t be here for all of her life. I’m old, and the road I’ve traveled has been long. But I’ll be here for every single day I have left, and I’ve already made arrangements with my brothers and their families so Maya will never know a day without love and protection. She was nobody’s baby once. Now she’s mine—completely, fiercely, and forever. Every night I lay her down in her yellow nursery, kiss her forehead, and whisper the same thing: “You were chosen, little girl. You are wanted. You are loved beyond measure.” And as she drifts off with my finger still in her tiny hand, I realize something beautiful: I didn’t just save Maya. She saved me. I’m the luckiest man who ever lived.

@hicasamadim 72

bunu çözersen, IQ seviyen ortalamanın üstündedir. çözebilir misin?

@consequence Pretentious twaddle. He can say no, it’s his right. But why spout nonsense to justify it? Paul, stop grasping for attention or relevance. Thanks for the music, don’t blow your legacy.

Paul McCartney explains why he doesn't do selfies with fans. "If I meet someone and they're reaching for their phone, I say: 'I'm sorry, I don't do pictures.' And that is radical these days... "It's important to me... the minute I get above myself and start thinking I'm something else... I won't like me. It's very important for me to be sort of just me. "So I will say, 'I don't want to do the photos.' And they will say, 'Why?' And I'll say, 'Well, I'll tell you why.' And I go into this long-winded explanation of down on the south coast of France, Saint-Tropez, there's a guy on the beachfront who's got a monkey, and you pay to have your photo taken with the monkey. 'I really do not want to feel like that monkey. And when I take a picture with you, I do feel like him. I'm not me. I'm suddenly something else.'" (via @restisents) 📸: Mary McCartney

@EwenDCameron I’m going to need to redo my eye make up… My 6 yo granddaughter told me that my baby daughter, who died, had to get a birthday party because “she’s still part of our family, doesn’t matter if she’s dead”. Andrew will be with you tonight watching his and your team win ❤️

40 years ago I was adopted by a wonderful family and I shared a bedroom with my best pal. My brother. There wasn’t much money about and we couldn’t afford to attend many Hearts games. However, on match days/nights we’d regularly get the bus from Longstone to stand outside Tynecastle to hear the atmosphere. Just being near the historic stadium felt amazing. We’d jump up and down on the street when we heard the roar of the Hearts support when we scored. We’d then wait for the Hearts support to flood out of Tynie, onto Gorgie Road, and we’d walk alongside the fans just to feel part of it. Sadly, my Hearts daft brother recently passed away under tragic circumstances, and I just wish Andrew was here so we could both stand in that very spot on Gorgie Road tonight as we did decades ago. Thank you Del, and the team, for giving us a season that we could never have imagined in our wildest dreams. No matter what happens this week you’ve done us all proud. ♥️ #Hearts

@BAFTA @pandocruises Did I miss Pauline Collins, Ray Brooks?

AURORA performs a beautiful rendition of Through The Eyes Of A Child 🎶 #BAFTATVAwards with @pandocruises

@Sandra74926167 @Neil4birds @Her_Nonymous_D Coercive control. He has worn down the reactions you think she should have. But she doesn’t. She probably doesn’t choose her food, decide when she eats or what they talk about. This is woman who exists but isn’t living. Have some compassion.

@Neil4birds @Her_Nonymous_D How is it? He ordered her spicy food, she continues to eat it every single time without saying something!! Like talk. If she said something and he forced her that’s different but he didn’t. Everyone is so quick to scream abuse.

I overheard something at a coffee shop this morning that’s disturbing. This man was chatting with the barista like they were old friends, super casual, laughing as he told a story. At first I wasn’t really paying attention, just waiting for my drink. Then I caught what he was actually saying. He said sometimes he orders extra spicy food for his wife without telling her. Not just a little spicy either, like intentionally over the top. He said he sits there and watches her eat it, trying to be polite, trying not to complain, and he finds it funny. Then he added that after she finishes, he’ll ask how it was… and then confess that he told them to “burn her face off.” And he laughed. Not awkward laughter. Not “this is a dumb joke” laughter. Like genuine amusement. I must’ve made a face, because once he left, the barista looked at me and quietly said…

@marksandspencer Put in an order online,3 minutes later the whole thing was cancelled due to no stock available.Bad enough you didn’t know that when I ordered but the email has advised me it will be 3-5 days before I get a refund. I remember now while I’m no longer a customer.

@NASCARNAC @MrPitbull07 It’s a UK story, it was seven years ago and it was £20k. If you’re a dad, struggling to meet your bills, having debt you know you can’t pay, that could be enough to tip someone over the edge. It’s not about hating everyone, it’s about believing they’d be better off without you.

@MrPitbull07 $20K is not a lot of debt. Committing suicide? I mean, you'd have to develop a hatred for everyone you care about to do that. Something's missing in this story.

@MohammadAsif_1 Thank you for the contribution you and your family make to our country - you are officially one of our own! 🙏🏻🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

26 years in Scotland Scotland provided us with sanctuary. We built a life & raised our children here. We are working hard. V contribute to the economy, culture & social life My daughters now serve in the NHS as psychologist working long hours caring for those who need it most.

@SheilaBurgoyne1 @Nugent4nil Very much a Scottish thing, about 100 years old. Make a fondant out of a mix of mashed potato and icing sugar, then coat in chocolate and cover it in coconut. Sounds odd but kids love it!

@jaclow62 @Nugent4nil Never seen these before. In my ( far off ) youth, macaroons were made of coconut, sugar etc and no potato in sight. I guess it depends whose recipe we are using. They were never my favourite. I preferred shop bought cup cakes by Lyons. Kids are not the best arbiters of taste.

Obviously old news but I still can’t get my head around the fact that macaroon bars are made from mash potatoes 😳 I’m not talking about those fancy French ones I mean Scottish macaroon bars 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

@SheilaBurgoyne1 @Nugent4nil No, those are macarons. Macaroon’s centre is made from potato, covered with chocolate and coconut flakes.

@Nugent4nil WTF? You mean the ones with the sticky chewy centre and often with a glace cherry on top. Made with potatoes??????

@WilliamShatner In Scotland today, we had sun, wind, sleet, hail, more snow and finally rain with sun, that created a beautiful rainbow. All in the space of a couple of hours. Knowing what to wear was a challenge… this is looking over the Firth of Forth to Edinburgh

I saw a video of someone driving in Scotland and it was snowing today. 😉

@Mr_Husky1 Turn and run. FAST!

I’m about to get married, and my fiancé knows I have an inheritance that was left to me by my grandparents. It’s in my name only, and I’ve been saving it for years. Now he’s saying that before we get married, I should put the entire inheritance into a joint account so we can “start fresh together,” or he doesn’t think we should go through with the wedding. I’m 36 already and this is something my family worked hard to leave me. I’m torn between wanting to build a life together and feeling like I’m being pressured to give up something important to me. What do you think I should do? By isitmeaitah

@seanmcdonald01 I’m just happy he’s keeping us out Trump’s illegal war and is standing his ground.

It feels strange both encouraged and impressed by the PM. Fair play. Says he’ll clamp down on energy companies taking the piss, protect the consumer, protect the vulnerable, not send people to die in wars they don’t need to. Let’s see if they deliver.

@LikeATattoooooo Grammar saves lives. Knowing the difference between “let’s eat Grandma” and “let’s eat, Grandma” is a case in point. 😊

This should be a sackable offence. #ThisMorning

@seanmcdonald01 🤣🤣🤣👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

If i was on a desert island with either of these two, with only a tin of tuna, I’d eat them and talk to the tin of tuna

@Mr_Husky1 Things are only crushed if you allow someone to. Never give anyone that power over you, not even your husband. Listen to your professor, who knows what’s needed, not someone who made you a joke. But the joke’s on him. Give yourself a hug from all of us and focus on going for it!

My husband just looked at the dress I spent three months making for my fashion design final and said it looks like "a waitress uniform from Olive Garden." I literally stood there in my pajamas, coffee going cold, watching him laugh at his own joke while my heart shattered. Every night after the kids went to bed, I'd been down in my sewing room hand-stitching each geometric pattern, sourcing the perfect burnt orange fabric to represent volcanic ash, even buying vintage brass buttons from a seller in an online shop that cost more than I want to admit. This dress was supposed to prove I'm not crazy for going back to school at 47. Now I can't even look at it without feeling stupid. My professor called it "one of the most innovative pieces she's seen," but what if she's just being nice? I've been selling simpler pieces in my shop to help pay for supplies and people seem to love my work there, but maybe Eve's right - maybe this is just suburban mom delusion. The showcase is in two weeks and I'm paralyzed. Do I submit this "Olive Garden waitress" dress anyway, or start over with something safer that won't make people laugh? I honestly don't know if I'm being too sensitive or if he just crushed something I'll never get back. Credit - Kelly Stephens

@CeliaRichards0n Son was ill but GP was unclear why. He asked me to take him to hospital where registrar said it might be meningitis. Waiting for test results, he started 3 antibiotics just in case. Son had meningococcal scepticemia. Those men saved my son, now a 34yo father of 3. So grateful!

After 11pm on New Year’s Eve 13 years ago a locum GP rang our doorbell. She’d seen our 6 year old son’s blood test results and didn’t want to wait til morning. He had leukaemia with dangerous complications. I have no idea what her name is but she saved his life. Cheers to her 🥂