Fuckin Ell @ Flobs… You saying miracles do happen :0)
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We also recently bought a new record player, not turning out well so far
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Led Zep IV 
When The Levee Breaks 
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Hey @gasband as well as art are you also available for MC duty?
Hopefully we’ve all had a Mum that would do this for us…
From the Live healthy live better Facebook Page
It was 2016, in Liverpool.
In a small house lived Ada and her son Tom.
She was ninety-eight, he was eighty.
They had always been side by side.
A cup of tea at four, a little television in the evening, long silences that said everything.
They didn’t need much: just each other’s presence.
Love, when it is true, makes no noise.
Then, slowly, Tom began to forget.
First names, then faces, then the routines of everyday life.
One morning, he couldn’t find his way home.
The doctors said he couldn’t be left alone.
He needed to move into a care home.
Ada watched him climb into the van, hands clasped to her chest.
There was no rebellion, only a deep, silent pain.
When she returned home, the silence hit her like a wave.
The cup of tea felt too light, the evenings too long, the bed too big.
Tom was gone.
And without him, nothing made sense.
So, one day, Ada made a simple yet immense decision.
“I can’t stay here while he is alone,” she said.
And she asked to be admitted to the same care home.
Not for herself, but for love.
At nearly one hundred, she chose to start over.
When she entered Moss View, Tom saw her and his eyes filled with light.
“Mom?” he whispered.
“I’m here, my love,” she replied.
“And I’m not leaving.”
From that day on, every morning began with a hug and every night ended with a quiet “goodnight,” like a prayer.
Ada helped him dress, to remember, to eat.
Sitting together in the garden of the care home, they held hands—two lives intertwined that time could not separate.
Those who saw them pass felt a lump in their throat.
A nurse once said:
“A mother is forever.”
And no one found words to add.
Ada lived three more years beside her son.
She died holding his hand, as one holds life itself.
Tom stayed a little longer, telling anyone who would listen the story of the mother who never stopped loving him.
Today, in the quiet corridors of Moss View, someone still remembers that fragile and tenacious woman.
They said that at night, you could almost hear two voices whispering together.
Perhaps it was just the wind.
Or perhaps it was the echo of a love that never ends.
Because truly, a mother never stops being a mother.
Not even when the world says it’s time to rest.
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My missus just needs a mask or a brown paper bag
Harsh!
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Yeah, but how many times have spiders terrified people causing them to run to their deaths.
I would guess extremely few or none, considering you’d have to encounter the spider while standing close to a deadly hazard such as a cliff or a threshing machine.
jokes aside, and this could happen in any country, but i wonder how many car accidents are caused by a spuider running across the windshield…
dirty great big huntsmen would shock anyone in the split second
It seems like people are just desperate to find some reason to fear spiders. Poor little things!
Or a horse!
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Ironically the local press that now spam Facebook we’re running clickbait garbage about conkers in cars to ward off spiders in Autumn.
Nothing about horses mind.
While driving, he was startled by a spider playing conkers, he slid off the road into a field where he was chased by a horse into the sea where he was stung by a jellyfish and finished off by a shark.
An everyday story round here.
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And he was called Mr Lucky
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This new iOS “update” is possibly one of the worst ones ever.
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Back in September, I tried to buy a replica shirt dog coat from the Liverpool shop in Williamson Square. The shop assistant thought I was bonkers.
Anyway, my wife found this in the pet shop. It festive rather than footie, but I don’t care. It’s red.
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Dog Christmas. 
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One of my favourite threads of the year
https://x.com/JeremiahDJohns/status/2002018773990003003?s=20