HattieJakes
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SUMMARY of the visceral crisp packet crash so far:
After a cinematic revelation of unhappiness, involving a single tear and a yellow kitchen cabinet, Anna consciously uncouples from Matt "PappaPukka" Farquarson with shades of smugness, superiority and magpie parenting remarkability. The M&S of divorces.
5 minutes,1 Lorraine sofa and 4 Daily Telegraph columns later... Matt is suddenly without a first name, swiftly rebranded "My Ex" and...oh dear...is outed as quite the failed fumbler in an orgasmless 17 year marriage of empty crisp packet dryness.
Anna is briefly bisexual, horny and on Hinge in her bra. Torturous *weeks* of dating disasters go by.
Anna endures two weeks as a wrought, strung out single mother. Hell on earth.
Until one fateful moonlit afternoon, Anna meets OLLY BRETTON MY PERSON in a Mandarin Oriental hotel after he slides into her DMs saying he "loves what she does". Anna's nervous system calms. Her orgasms awaken and multiply in a whirlwind of otherworldly love and dickmatized haze.
3 months 5 minutes and 4 seconds later,OLLY BRETTON OLLY BRETTON proposes on a plastic chair in Thailand.
Olly Bretton, 5 year Hinge veteran of chunky wallet,24/7 work schedule, dubious jawline (and potential perchant for dubious DMs to previous Hinge ladies) is tagged to hills on the gram. Anna picks up her crisp packets and blends families in a stigma breaking act of activism sponsored by Sure deodorant.
Olly Bretton becomes best friends with the long suffering podcast pal Polly, who happily films him tounging Anna in an H Samuel.
Anna wears a Monsoon wedding dress to the Natural History museum.
As predicted by the mystic Meg's of Tattle...Anna announces her pregnancy and vows to break the stigma surrounding blended families*
*Real meaning = having unprotected sex and moving your two young daughters in with a bloke from Hinge you've known for less than 6 months.
Confused members of the public ask "What stigma around blended families"? "I'm in a blended family, how am I stigmatised?!" And get blocked faster than Matt My Ex bad at the sex left the internet.
After a cinematic revelation of unhappiness, involving a single tear and a yellow kitchen cabinet, Anna consciously uncouples from Matt "PappaPukka" Farquarson with shades of smugness, superiority and magpie parenting remarkability. The M&S of divorces.
5 minutes,1 Lorraine sofa and 4 Daily Telegraph columns later... Matt is suddenly without a first name, swiftly rebranded "My Ex" and...oh dear...is outed as quite the failed fumbler in an orgasmless 17 year marriage of empty crisp packet dryness.
Anna is briefly bisexual, horny and on Hinge in her bra. Torturous *weeks* of dating disasters go by.
Anna endures two weeks as a wrought, strung out single mother. Hell on earth.
Until one fateful moonlit afternoon, Anna meets OLLY BRETTON MY PERSON in a Mandarin Oriental hotel after he slides into her DMs saying he "loves what she does". Anna's nervous system calms. Her orgasms awaken and multiply in a whirlwind of otherworldly love and dickmatized haze.
3 months 5 minutes and 4 seconds later,OLLY BRETTON OLLY BRETTON proposes on a plastic chair in Thailand.
Olly Bretton, 5 year Hinge veteran of chunky wallet,24/7 work schedule, dubious jawline (and potential perchant for dubious DMs to previous Hinge ladies) is tagged to hills on the gram. Anna picks up her crisp packets and blends families in a stigma breaking act of activism sponsored by Sure deodorant.
Olly Bretton becomes best friends with the long suffering podcast pal Polly, who happily films him tounging Anna in an H Samuel.
Anna wears a Monsoon wedding dress to the Natural History museum.
As predicted by the mystic Meg's of Tattle...Anna announces her pregnancy and vows to break the stigma surrounding blended families*
*Real meaning = having unprotected sex and moving your two young daughters in with a bloke from Hinge you've known for less than 6 months.
Confused members of the public ask "What stigma around blended families"? "I'm in a blended family, how am I stigmatised?!" And get blocked faster than Matt My Ex bad at the sex left the internet.