The blue tits have fledged and left behind their little home ❤️ Twice we’ve had a family fledge from this box, but it’s looking a bit shabby now. The trouble is they don’t seem to like the 2 newer posh boxes, so I’m frightened to upgrade it just in case…

Dear restaurants, Bring back the physical menus. Nobody wants to be scanning QR codes when they're hungry. Regards: The whole world.

Has Garage done an ‘Epstein Files’ on the five mill.??? ….and we’re letting it happen?

How lovely is Ben on Spring Watch?

Froglets!!!!!❤️

My greatest disappointment as an adult was discovering that bad people get away with everything.

*tuts on your behalf*

What? #OhErnie

Today we remember that if Reform UK had been in charge in 1939 they would have kissed Hitler's arse and welcomed the Fascist takeover rather than fighting and defeating it. #DDay

Cornwall show cancelled, weather chronic! (was going today) Baby boy has been really poorly with a sky high temp, that wouldn’t come down. It felt like when he was little. So, Seafood cancelled tonight. It’s his 30th tomorrow. What utter bummage!

This morning I asked myself, not for the first time, who is Nigel and I made some notes. And it does add up. Here is a man who sells himself as the ordinary bloke with a pint, the man of the people, the great outsider standing up against the establishment. And yet somehow this ordinary bloke always seems to arrive with a camera crew, a donor network, a friendly broadcaster, and now a parliamentary investigation into a £5 million gift from a crypto billionaire. Very normal. Very grassroots. Very “just one of the lads”. The peoples revolt, apparently, now comes with lighting, branding, fundraising dinners, professional outrage, and a small question about whether millions should have been declared properly. Everything is a betrayal when Labour does it. Everything is “nothing to see here” when Nigel does it. Housing? Blame Labour. The NHS? Blame Labour. The economy? Blame Labour. Boats? Blame Labour. A £5 million gift? Suddenly everybody must calm down and respect the process. And then came Tuesday. A young man died. A family was grieving. A country was trying to understand something horrific. And Farage stepped forward. Not with calm. Not with care. Not with responsibilty. But with his announcement of “pure cold rage”. That phrase matters. Because anger is human. Anger can be moral. Anger can demand answers, justice, accountability and truth. I understand anger. A lot of people are angry. They have every right to ask serious questions. But rage is different. Rage does not ask careful questions. Rage does not wait for investigations. Rage does not protect grieving families from becoming political props. Rage looks for a target. And that is where Farage always seems most comfertable. Not solving the pain. Not calming the country. Not asking how institutions failed and how they can be fixed. But standing beside the pain with a microphone, turning the temprature up, and calling it leadership. Warm enough to repost. Warm enough to donate. Warm enough to vote. But never calm enough to ask: “Hang on, who benefits from keeping us this angry?” That is the trick. He does not need Britain to feel hopeful. He does not even need Britain to feel informed. He needs Britain permanently one headline away from rage. Because rage is usefull. It fills rallies. It drives clicks. It turns grief into theatre. It makes slogans feel like solutions. And while everyone is shouting, nobody asks the boring questions. Where is the plan? Where is the funding? Where are the costings? Where is the responsibilty? Maybe that is who Nigel Farage is. Not the man of the people. But the man who knows exactly how to turn peoples pain into his own political stage. The Reform & Tory Sitcom continues. Same chaos. Different rosette. Anger can demand answers. Rage just sells tickets. If this speaks to you, please add your comments, repost it, and maybe follow me — not for me, but because politics needs fewer slogans and more people asking proper questions. #Farage #ReformUK

Q: why do flies suddenly appear, every time you are near? A: because you are dead.

I don’t know who this bloke is, but he looks like he’s stepped straight out of a different era. The suit. The tie. The moustache. The confidence. A proper throwback to an England that valued character, individuality and a bit of class. 👏👍✊🇬🇧👌❤️🙏

I’m rewatching Boardwalk Empire and apart from it being one of the best series ever, ‘Chalky White’ is the best thing in it for me. Such a shame that Michael K Williams didn’t make it. Brilliant actor!

I don’t know who this bloke is, but he looks like he’s stepped straight out of a different era. The suit. The tie. The moustache. The confidence. A proper throwback to an England that valued character, individuality and a bit of class. 👏👍✊🇬🇧👌❤️🙏

In 1965, a 17-year-old girl in Sicily was kidnapped, assaulted, and held captive for over a week. Then her attacker offered her a deal: Marry him, and everything would be “forgiven.” At the time, Italian law allowed rapists to avoid punishment if they married their victims. It was called “reparatory marriage.” The logic was horrifying: A woman’s “honor” mattered more than her consent. If she married the man who violated her, her reputation could supposedly be restored — and the rapist could walk free. Most women had no real choice. Families pressured them. Communities expected obedience. The law itself encouraged silence. But Franca Viola said no. At 17 years old, traumatized and publicly shamed, she refused to marry the man who assaulted her. That single word changed Italy forever. Her decision sparked outrage in her town. Neighbors turned against her family. Their vineyards and olive groves were burned in retaliation. But Franca’s father stood beside her and supported her decision to press charges. In 1966, Franca testified publicly against her attacker in court. At a time when most victims were expected to stay silent forever, she spoke openly in front of the entire country. Italy watched in shock. Her attacker, Filippo Melodia, was convicted and sentenced to prison. For the first time in Italian history, a woman had publicly rejected “reparatory marriage” and won. The case became international news. But the law itself still remained. For another 15 years, rapists in Italy could technically still escape punishment by marrying their victims. Then finally, in 1981, Italy abolished the law completely. And many activists pointed to Franca Viola as the moment the country first began confronting the cruelty of that system. Years later, Franca married a childhood friend who had stood beside her through everything. Not because she needed her “honor restored.” But because she deserved love, dignity, and a life defined by her own choices. That’s why her story still matters. Franca Viola wasn’t just resisting one man. She was resisting an entire culture that treated women’s suffering as something to hide rather than something to fight. At 17 years old, she stood against her attacker, her community, and even the law itself. And eventually, the law changed. Sometimes history moves because powerful people decide to act. And sometimes history moves because one terrified teenager quietly refuses to surrender.

The fact that billionaires still want more money should be studied by the same people who study serial killers.

The precious bit of film shows of Stan Laurel visiting his father, Arthur Jefferson, during the 1932 visit to England by Laurel and Hardy. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!