Brutal but, of course (and as anyone outside Ms Truss’s immediate family can see), completely fair.

Happy birthday to our #Lionesses head coach, Sarina Wiegman! 🎉

Good Sunday morning, friends 🌞 Enjoy some baby goats and have a beautiful day!

1/ 🇷🇸🇷🇺 Vučić just lost Serbia. russia’s most useful Balkan ally called a snap election to cling to power. Students who spent 2 yrs in the streets crushed him. Moscow spent a decade buying influence with cheap gas & political cover. Europe didn't oust him. Serbians did.

Tonight - Serbia feels like the new Hungary - over throwing of a Russia friendly / Putin sympathising leader for something genuinely new - in Serbias case a student led party . Does this shift dynamics in the war on Ukraine ? And with the shape of the EU?

She asked an archbishop whether it was acceptable for a nun to lie if it meant saving Jewish children from the Nazis. His answer was just six words: “Let’s lie, my daughter, let’s lie.” What followed was one of the most remarkable rescue efforts of World War II. Eighty-three Jewish children would survive because one French nun refused to surrender them to the Nazis. Her name was Sister Denise Bergon. And in 1942, she was about to turn a peaceful convent school into a secret refuge. At just thirty years old, Sister Denise served as Mother Superior of Notre-Dame de Massip in southwestern France. Outside the convent walls, the country was living through terror. Jewish families were being arrested. Parents were separated from their children. Trains carried thousands toward concentration and extermination camps. Some children escaped into the countryside, hiding in forests and abandoned buildings, frightened, hungry, and alone. Sister Denise could not ignore their suffering. She had already sheltered several Jewish children, presenting them as ordinary Catholic students. But she knew that protecting more children would require something dangerous. Deception. She would have to mislead the authorities, conceal identities, and maintain an elaborate cover story for as long as the war continued. And as a nun, she struggled with one question. Could lying ever be justified? She secretly wrote to Archbishop Jules-Géraud Saliège of Toulouse, a religious leader who had openly condemned the persecution of Jewish people. He had publicly reminded Christians that Jews were their brothers and sisters. Sister Denise explained her situation and asked for guidance. His response was unmistakable. “Let’s lie, my daughter, let’s lie.” Those words gave her the reassurance she needed. Soon, resistance couriers and desperate relatives began bringing Jewish children to the convent. Among them were twelve-year-old Annie Beck and a young girl named Hélène Bach. Many arrived exhausted and traumatized. Some had witnessed their parents being arrested. Others had spent days hiding, uncertain whether they would ever see their families again. Sister Denise welcomed them. She gave them food, shelter, and a place to sleep. But most importantly, she gave them a chance to survive. Eventually, eighty-three Jewish children were hidden inside the convent. Keeping so many children safe required extraordinary secrecy. Sister Denise revealed the truth to only three trusted people. The remaining eleven nuns were told that the children were refugees displaced by the war. But there was an obvious problem. The Jewish children were unfamiliar with Catholic religious customs. They didn’t know the prayers. Some didn’t understand how to make the sign of the cross. And mistakes during religious services could raise dangerous suspicions. So Sister Denise invented an explanation. She claimed the children came from strict communist families who had rejected religion entirely. Their unfamiliarity with Catholic traditions suddenly seemed understandable. It was a simple deception. But it helped protect dozens of lives. Still, danger surrounded them. Nazi officers and local police could arrive without warning. Whenever authorities came to inspect the convent, Sister Denise greeted them calmly. She walked them through the classrooms and answered their questions. Meanwhile, Jewish children hid in concealed cellars beneath the chapel floor. A single cry or unexpected noise could have exposed everyone. Discovery might have meant deportation for the children and severe punishment for those sheltering them. But Sister Denise never abandoned her mission. At night, when the convent became quiet, she carried out another important task. Jewish parents had entrusted their children with money, jewelry, and identity documents. These possessions represented their remaining connection to families that had been torn apart. Sister Denise secretly buried the valuables in the convent garden. She memorized the hiding places. And she carefully preserved a private record of the children’s real identities. She hoped that when the war ended, surviving relatives would come searching. And she wanted to return everything entrusted to her care. For twenty months, the dangerous operation continued. Every inspection brought uncertainty. Every unfamiliar visitor could have been an informer. Every day required the children and their protectors to maintain the same carefully constructed story. Then, finally, the war ended. And the outcome was extraordinary. All eighty-three Jewish children survived. Not one had been lost. But Sister Denise considered her responsibility unfinished. When surviving relatives arrived, she reunited them with the children whenever possible. She also returned the money, jewelry, and personal belongings she had buried. Nothing had been taken. Nothing had been spent. For children whose parents had died, she helped arrange safe homes with relatives abroad. Then, instead of seeking recognition, she returned to her quiet religious life. She never wrote a memoir celebrating her bravery. She remained at the convent for the rest of her life. But the children never forgot her. Decades passed. Those frightened boys and girls grew into adults. They married, raised families, and built lives that might never have existed without Sister Denise. Some eventually returned to Capdenac, traveling from different parts of the world. Now elderly, they gathered beneath a cedar tree planted in her honor. They drank tea with the woman who had protected them. And they brought their children and grandchildren to meet her. Each reunion carried the same extraordinary meaning. Sister Denise had not simply saved eighty-three children. She had helped preserve entire generations. She died in 2006 at the age of ninety-four. But her legacy continued through every family she had helped survive. Annie Beck, one of the children she sheltered, later expressed what so many survivors felt. “She was like a mother to us. She saved our lives.” Sister Denise had once questioned whether telling a lie could ever be the right thing to do. In the darkest years of the war, she chose to deceive those who intended to harm innocent children. She hid their identities. Protected their belongings. And guarded their lives. Eighty-three children entered her convent seeking safety. Eighty-three children survived. And generations later, their families remain living reminders of a woman who chose compassion over fear. You should see this