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I have been watching the documentary and have found it so sad what they have gone through. I can see Harry lovingly protecting Meghan, as Charles should have done with Diana. I think he sees what others in the Royal family do not. I have always loved the Queen; she has been our Queen my whole life. Harry has watched his mum be subjected to what Meghan was. So good for Harry to protect and love. Isn’t that what we all want in life???
I do not hate anyone or wish anyone to be bullied. An absolute fact I have lived by my whole life.
I am appalled at the venom-spitting public spewing out hate giving their “expert” opinion! No one is actually listening to them, they prefer to just be NASTY!
The media have seemed to have it in for Megan almost from the very beginning! the press pack, “good word for them as wolves hunt in a pack” relentlessly hounding and crossing the lines on when and how to get a picture! remember princess Diana telling the press to leave her boys alone? Seem familiar? A good word to use here is “stalking”
This tweet from Mat Haig says it all…
Meghan is kind, and funny, a wonderful mother and adores Harry, you can see the love and affection from each other. And why not?
I think people should stop regurgitating the spew that the press lies about, never having a source, Journalism is bad, it has gotten worse, fake news and lies can be backed up by a fake website a brainless so-called “expert” or a TV guy who argues with anyone who has a pulse! People speculate for their 15 minutes of fame and throw a hissy fit if questioned!
I have now watched all of the documentary, shocked about how the Institution did not protect its own! and was annoyed at the popularity of them both over William! It’s almost mafia-like. Harry is definitely his mother’s son!
Good morning Britain, hangs on the bandwagon of bullying, twisting words that have been said..It really is sick to see this continuing.
“Eight months of that, I wasn’t even visible. I was on maternity leave with a baby but what was able to be manufactured and churned out ― it’s almost unsurvivable,” she said “… That’s so big you can’t even think of what that feels like. Because I don’t care if you’re 15 or if you’re 25, if people are saying things about you that aren’t true, what that does to your mental and emotional health is so damaging.”
I say, if it’s not bothering your cup of tea, then leave well alone. leave THEM alone.
THINK before you speak and be careful what you write about. Research facts first.
This is a message to all the journalists out there… BEHAVE, please! and get back to the principles we all should hold as writers… Keep your boundaries.
I love the way Portugal looks after its people; I love the way everyone gets together to make each other’s lives better!
We just had a concert, where we volunteered our time, each paid a ticket of just a few euros and everyone was entertained for hours. The all the money was donated to the food bank in Portugal. The mayor of each parish across the country. Looks after its own. Baskets of food are delivered often to the people who are old or cannot get out. If you are struggling the parish, take a small percentage of your pension and provides you with HOT and nutritious meals every day and check up on you. No one is lonely.
Health care in Portugal is international-standard. It ranks by WHO as the 12th (out of 190) best system among UN-member countries. Medical tourism is a growing industry in this country. Due to all cities and large towns having excellent hospital and health care facilities.
Portugal ranks well in the quality of life for those who have retired.
I love the kindness, the love that they show each other…
I am so lucky and very happy to live where we live…
“People always said that I didn’t give up my seat because I was tired, but that isn’t true. I was not tired physically, or no more tired than I usually was at the end of a working day. I was not old, although some people have an image of me as being old then. I was forty-two. No, the only tired I was, was tired of giving in.”
– Rosa Parks
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Sources: Photograph of Rosa Parks taken in 1955 / National Archives and Records Administration Records of the U.S. Information Agency Record Group 306, record ID: 306-PSD-65-1882 (Box 93) / Wikimedia Commons / Rosa Parks: My Story, p. 116, Rosa Parks and James Haskins (1992) / Wikiquote
As you will see the caption is misleading… As usual with newspapers that want to sensationalise things just to sell newspapers, NOT because of any sort of justice…
Luke Mitchell was 16 when he was convicted in January 2005 of killing 14-year-old Jodi in woodland close to her home in the Easthouses area of Dalkeith, Midlothian. There was NO evidence, NO DNA other than someone else… And the eager coppers who just wanted to close the case.
But the story behind this was different, a total washout with the police of Dalkeith, needing a suspect, and finding anyone at all to make a scapegoat out of.
Luke said in an interview.
Speaking in the video Luke Mitchell said: “I’ve not spoken out in all this time because every time I’ve tried to speak out I’ve been shouted down and just been called evil, manipulative and twisted.
“I can’t be more clear I absolutely did not kill Jodie and I’ve been locked up for a crime I didn’t commit.
“I will not admit to something I have not done.
“I want to clear my name.”
He and his mum passed a lie detector test. NO others were charged or even interviewed properly.
Jodies Murderer is still out there, still guilty and still should be brought to justice.
Corinne Mitchell is living in her former caravan accessories store after the “knock-on” effects when her son was convicted of killing his girlfriend Jodi Jones. Luke Mitchell was found guilty of murdering Jodi when they were both 14 years old in 2003. There was actually NO evidence whatsoever to convict him. This was a trial by a media frenzy to sell newspapers. The Dalkeith police were bullies and inept.
In my personal opinion, LinkedIn is no longer a professional networking site. It is now mainly a sales and marketing platform. Not an effective one either. I have been inundated with Inmail requests for dating, harassed and it’s never about the work or anything remotely professional at all. It’s all about the money… Always….
It’s gone the way of Facebook, pushing ads and icons at you all day! Seriously silly. Getting fed up with Facebook actually, ads thrown at you every five minutes!
There is a lot of Toxic posts, post about how one had nothing, then woo woo all of a sudden, you are rish..and YES come and buy my bitcoin? something I feel that you cannot even see, and have had many debates about it…
The ONLY place which a great place to network, with no Ads is Mastodon, I have had an account for a year or so now.. It’s brilliant.
Each user is a member of a specific Mastodon instance, which can interoperate as a federated social network, allowing users on different nodes to interact with each other. This is intended to give users the flexibility to select a server whose policies they prefer, but keep access to a larger social network. Mastodon is also part of the Fediverse ensemble of server platforms, which use shared protocols allowing users to also interact with users on other compatible platforms,[7] such as PeerTube and Friendica. (source wiki)
I have never really been bothered by getting as many reviews as I can for my books on Amazon. But I have noticed a strange trend.
The ONE-star review, just the star, no comments, no indication as to why this strange lurker wanted to do this. Indeed if you want others NOT to buy a book, you would say, why? One particular book is a book about the Pendle witches. Maybe it is because they are ultra-religious and do not like this subject.
If it’s not a subject you want to read, you have the freedom NOT to read it.
It is as if they have a superior right to put that star. No comments, no nothing…
Reviews should be about what you have bought, why you like or dislike it… to let the next customer know. Simple.
The internet has undoubtedly given place to these lurkers… They probably haven’t even read the books; they stock the one stars too…
Does anyone else have them? More than likely, with no explanation too.
De um admirável mundo novo, Juno, um menino corajoso, enfrenta um desafio para testar a sua inteligência. Ele conhece os lendários Windwalkers, uma raça de seres que nunca antes vistos. Apenas se conheciam algumas histórias sobre essas criaturas. Em Mallum, o seu fiel cavalo, ele parte para as suas aventuras. A árvore de Yggdrassil estende as suas maravilhas diante dele, exigindo que Juno use a sua inteligência e não a sua força, testando-o para além da sua imaginação.
From a brave new world, Juno, a brave little boy, faces a challenge to test his wits. He meets the legendary Windwalkers, a race of beings that had never been seen. Only stories were told about these creatures. On Mallum, his trusty horse, he sets out on his adventures. The tree of Yggdrasil stretches out its wonders before him, requiring Juno to use his intelligence, not his strength, testing this young man beyond his imagination.
Sexåriga Jonas var inte så stor och inte smart nog för att kunna slå sina tvillingsystrar i kampen om lekstugan. Så nu satt han här i en för liten stol med en blöja gjord av en dockfilt, en rosett i håret och blev matad med en låtsassked från en rosa servis. Lekstugan hade byggts längst ner i trädgården när tvillingarna var små men nu, med tre av de där samtidigt var rummet med de rosa väggarna fyllt till bristningsgränsen. Med sina två åttaåriga systrar på varsin sida om sig, insåg Jonas att hans tidigare planer för dagen, njuta av solen med sin nya fotboll och gräva en jättestor tunnel i jorden, var som bortblåsta.
”Nej, Sara, jag ska mata bebisen och så får du diska sen”, utropade Tiffany. De flesta meningarna började med ’Nej, Sara’ och följdes av en tystnad medan Sara försökte tänka ut ett bra svar, vilket oftast misslyckades.
”Men det är ju alltid du som matar bebisen.”
”Det är för att jag är 10 minuter äldre än du, Sara. Och jag ska få honom att rapa sen.”
”Jag behöver inte rapas”, sa Jonas buttert med sin söta glugg i tänderna efter att ha fått uppleva tandfén för första gången. Han försökte dra sig upp från stolen men blev nedtryckt av båda sina systrars händer mot sitt bröst. Varför sig var tvillingarna små till växten, med ett typiskt flickaktigt utseende med långa ljusa flätor, ett gulligt barnsligt leende och med en förkärlek till Disney T-shirts. Varför sig skulle Josh ha en chans mot de, men tillsamman var de en rosa oslagbar enhet och medan han höll armarna i kors tvingade Tiffany in en tom sked i munnen på honom.
”Bläää! Är smutsig, Tiffy.”
Det visste han för den hade han grävt med skeden i trädgården innan systrarna hade rövat bort honom.
”Shhhh!” sa Tiffany till honom. ”Så jag är mamman, Jonas är min bebis och du kan vara socialarbetaren, Sara.”
Det här var en ny lek.
”Vad är en socialarbetare?”
”Det är en tant som kommer för att diska. Det har min kompis berättat.”
”Men jag vill vara mamma. Varför måste jag vara socialarbetare?”
”För att du kan vara mamma i morgon”.
”Men det kommer du inte låta mig vara.”
”Vi pratar om det i morgon, Sara. Gapa stort nu, Jonas.”
”Nej, Tiffy! Snälla. Är smutsig.”
”Gapa!”
”Blää!”
”Jag vill vara mamma nu.”
”Är smutsig, Tiffy! Jag kommer få en ’fektion!”
”Om jag låter dig vara tanten från barnavårdscentralen då?” föreslog Tiffany i sin mer dominanta roll, likt en drottning i leken som alltid.
”Vad är en tant från barnavårdscentralen?”
”Blää! Sluta Tiffy!”
”Det är en tant som kommer och talar om för mamma att hon är en jättebra mamma och sen diskar”.
”Aha!” Sara funderade en stund på detta nya jobberbjudande medan Tiffany fortsatte att ge bebisen låtsasmat med en smutsig sked.
”Bläh, sluta Tiffy!” Jonas slickade sig om läpparnas för att bli av med smutsen och kände hur tårarna började brännas bakom ögonen. Men han visste att tårar inte var bra nu, då skulle Tiffany bara säga något i stil med ” Såja, såja baby Jonas! Kom så ska vi rapa lite” eller
”Jonas är trött. Kom ska vi sova en stund”. Tårar var bara ett förtydligande av hans babyroll, så den här gången kom det inga. Det var inget medvetet beslut han tog, det var som om hans kropp hade tagit över och styrde hans vilja och de kom bara inte. Istället kände han något annat växa inom sig, något kraftfullt som han inte riktigt visste hur han skulle kontrollera.
Samtidigt hade Sara kommit fram till vad hon ville. ”Det är faktiskt så att jag ska vara barnvakten, eftersom mamma måste gå till jobbet”, sa hon plötsligt överlägset, nästan på samma dominanta sätt som sin syster.
”Nej, det ska du inte!” sa Tiffany bestämt och tvingade in ännu en sked i Jonas mun.
”Sluta, Tiffany!”
Men Sara hade redan börjat spela sin roll. ”Knack! Knack! Knack! Hej Fru Mamma. Barnvaktsförmedlingen skickade mig. Jag är här för att ta hand om Jonas medan du går till jobbet.”
”Men….hm…Oj, då har du åkt hit i onödan tyvärr, barnvakten.” Nu pratade båda två med en amerikans dialekt som de brukade använda när de var mitt inne i någon lek. ”Jag ringde just förmedlingen. Jonas är sjuk så jag kan inte gå till jobbet”. Hon log ett överlägset leende mot sin syster och stoppade en sista gång in den smutsiga skeden i sin brors mun – något hon skulle komma att ångra för alltid, då den bubblande ilskan i Jonas nu växte sig enorm. ”Gör det en gång till!” skrek den. ”Kom igen, en gång till!” När hon gjorde det kunde inte Jonas stoppa den kraft som tog tag i den rosa tekannan, som också var smutsig runt kanten, och slå den rakt i huvudet på Tiffany. ”Jag sa ju att du skulle sluta!” skrek han samtidigt som han gjorde det. Sen blev det tyst.
Jonas och Saras ögon var vidöppna när de tittade på sin storasyster och väntade på vilket håll hon skulle titta. Var hon allvarligt skadad? Skulle hon döda Jonas? Var det här sista gången de lekte så här? De fick svar på alla sina frågor när den chockade Tiffanys uttryckslösa ansikte kom till liv igen med ett vrål.
”Mammmaaaaaaaa!!” Hennes flämtande ansikte, tomatrött till färgen, såg ut som en explosion av tårar och snor.
”Mammmaaaaaaaa!!” Hon kravlade sig upp och ut ur lekstugan.
Sen såg Sara nästan lika upprörd ut som sin syster. ”Nu ligger du illa till,” sa hon bestämt och så sprang hon också iväg och in i huset, med sin lillebror ensam kvar.
Det tog inte mer än några minuter innan den riktiga mamman – en tjugoåttaårig lärarassistent – kom marscherande längs krigsstigen (trädgårdsgången), förbi rosorna och prästkragarna, dragandes med den något äldre tvillingen bakom sig, som nu hade en liten droppe blod som uppkommit efter skadan.
”Så här behandlar vi inte våra systrar!” dundrade hon när hon stack in sitt huvud i lekstugan…men det fanns igen Jonas där. ”Kom genast ut därifrån, min unge man!” sa hon medan hon reste sig upp. ”Du kan inte gömma dig för alltid”, la hon till och tittade sig omkring i trädgården, men det fanns faktiskt ingenstans där han kunde gömma sig. Bakom lekstugan var enda stället. Staketet på båda sidorna av trädgården var så högt att han inte skulle kunna klättra över det och grinden var låst med ett hänglås så att de tre skulle kunna leka där säkert utan att mamma eller pappa skulle behöva oroa sig.
”Jonas! Jonas!” skrek hon nu och släppte taget om Tiffanys hand.
”Vad är det?” kom det bestämt från en dundrade röst, och Jonas pappas huvud syntes plötsligt i dörren, med den nedre delen av ansiktet täckt av raklödder och med bar överkropp.
Just out my Elven fantasy novel, complete with a dragon called tally is flying off the shelves and is now, as I write it is at number 6 on the best sellers list.
I received its first review last week, pre-launch.
Here is it …
Reviewed by Cloie Belle Daffon for Readers’ Favorite 5 Stars
Life in the Enclave was much slower than in the cities, especially since Elves took their time because they have plenty of it; however, something seems to have happened. For once, the people of the Enclave seemed to be in a hurry. After the Rebellion, most Seeker Families were killed and in the Thrudore Enclave, only Sellusa’s family, the Natanus family, survived. Seekers were strong, courageous, and loyal and they arose in times of need. Selli has the blood of an adventurer in her and she was determined to carry out her duties and avenge her father too. She was summoned by Lady T’Serra because of urgent business – she found out that children have been going missing for the past two weeks. They have no idea who was behind this and it is up to her to look into the matter. Where will her adventures lead her to? What truths will she discover along the way? Read Whispers of the Gone by Julie Hodgson to find out! Whispers of the Gone is a young adult fantasy book by Julie Hodgson and illustrated by Mona Lena. Selli is a determined and brave fifteen-year-old who carries a heavy legacy on her shoulder as the last remaining Samúð in Haltasia. Her quest to find the missing children uncovered surprising truths and the mission was fraught with danger. Her distinctive character captured my attention from the get-go. I was drawn deeper into the story because of Hodgson’s amazing ability to capture the reader’s interest from the very first page and I was also hooked by the substantial plot and surprising twists along the way. The tale is filled with a healthy dose of adventure, conflict, mystery, and so much more! Hodgson created a unique world through detailed world-building and I couldn’t wait to explore every crevice of it as I read Selli’s story! Mona Lena’s illustrations of the characters and events add vision to this world and help the story come to life. The art adds a bright perspective to the already fantastic and engrossing tale. Fantastic work!
It’s also free for a few days on Amazon… So grab a copy while you can…
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