Snoopsmcgoops
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She and her husband look alot alike. Like they could be brother and sister. I'm looking forward to going on this vacation with her as I would never get to go there otherwise lol.
I don’t follow her. You do get the point of Tattle don’t you? If you can’t see someone express an opinion, which I’m entitled to, that differs from yours then this probably isn’t the site for you.Why do you follow her on Instagram?![]()
But remember each and every one of them are selling their children’s privacy for this fake lifestyle. Who in their right mind would want strangers looking at their children. You don’t have time to do what they’re doing because you have an amazing job that really matters to the world. They are sales woman whose ego is stroked by boasting. What’s that saying nobody likes a show off and it’s so true they all need to grow up and read the room, there is heartbreak throughout this country at the moment. LA should know this if she works with Simon community.I could cry, I really could. I flick through Instagram before I go to sleep as a bit of mindless distraction, but all the Christmas hype is too much at the moment. I probably follow the wrong people - those with seemingly perfect lives, a beautiful house, perfect children, those that appear to really have it all. She now has four (FOUR?!?) Christmas trees, all beautifully adorned, while there are people out there without a pot to p*** in. There’s a pandemic and people are dying all over the place. I mean rein it in people! The world does not need it rubbed in their faces just now. Hunter and Heels, Come Down to the Woods, Just a Little Build - all you lot - you seem to exist to make the rest of us feel woefully inadequate. As it happens, I’m a hospital doctor, I have a steady income, my position could be worse, but I’m a single mum, have massive student debts, no family support and am working almost every day from now until Christmas. I don’t know if I’ll even manage to get a bloody Christmas tree, let alone decorate it this year. The kids are fed, clothed, and relatively happy. They’re delighted with their paper advent calendars. Did anyone buy me some glamorous, £300 advent calendar? Did they f***. I am exhausted and broken. I have 1 clean pair of knickers left for tomorrow, a pile of washing bigger than Vesuvius, a heap of unwashed dishes and my house looks like a shit tip. But I have aspirations. I WANT to have the perfect home, the beautifully dressed matching children... but it just isn’t achievable and it is making me miserable. Comparing ourselves to others is just not healthy. But why do we do it to ourselves?! It’s addictive, it’s dangerous, and it’s just not right.
You should unfollow her. I honestly look at her Instagram and feel sorry for her. She lives a vacuous unfulfilled life. She feels the need to document everything. She's so insecure she needs to constantly tell us how she met a few Royals by stalking them. Her husband's businesses are a mess. I'm sure they constantly worry about it all coming crashing down. That's why she's started selling plastic tat.I could cry, I really could. I flick through Instagram before I go to sleep as a bit of mindless distraction, but all the Christmas hype is too much at the moment. I probably follow the wrong people - those with seemingly perfect lives, a beautiful house, perfect children, those that appear to really have it all. She now has four (FOUR?!?) Christmas trees, all beautifully adorned, while there are people out there without a pot to p*** in. There’s a pandemic and people are dying all over the place. I mean rein it in people! The world does not need it rubbed in their faces just now. Hunter and Heels, Come Down to the Woods, Just a Little Build - all you lot - you seem to exist to make the rest of us feel woefully inadequate. As it happens, I’m a hospital doctor, I have a steady income, my position could be worse, but I’m a single mum, have massive student debts, no family support and am working almost every day from now until Christmas. I don’t know if I’ll even manage to get a bloody Christmas tree, let alone decorate it this year. The kids are fed, clothed, and relatively happy. They’re delighted with their paper advent calendars. Did anyone buy me some glamorous, £300 advent calendar? Did they f***. I am exhausted and broken. I have 1 clean pair of knickers left for tomorrow, a pile of washing bigger than Vesuvius, a heap of unwashed dishes and my house looks like a shit tip. But I have aspirations. I WANT to have the perfect home, the beautifully dressed matching children... but it just isn’t achievable and it is making me miserable. Comparing ourselves to others is just not healthy. But why do we do it to ourselves?! It’s addictive, it’s dangerous, and it’s just not right.
See i think the opposite, she knows it's a girl and will have a very fancy flowery coming home outfit... and she is just throwing us of the scent by all the boy talk...I'll be shocked if she has a girl as I'm sure she knows this is a boy.
That you Laura?The husband was never bankrupt, one of his companies was insolvent and was wound up owing some money. Looks like they own or part own a Subway franchise which I'm sure brings in the money. Not sure if he still works as an accountant. (Covid grants could have been very generous.)
I also believe that Laura's Instagram brings in a huge amount of income. I've seen in other forums that for her level of followers, she could be making around £10k per ad if it's a large company and her fake flarrr business seems to have taken off.
Laura-Ad is sickly sweet but at least she has a USP that isn't her kids, although they're still shown, they aren't the main product.