that will be a steam mop and an air fryer collecting dust alongside the slow cooker!
does she never feel embarrassed wandering around shops chatting out loud at her phone while she's filming these hauls?! i get that it's a thing that influenzas do, but i sweat I would feel so self conscious walking around a shop talking utter
tit to myself! "ooh look! a colander set! we've got pens..coloured storage units! they're really, really good! oh, a nice labelling machine as well. tennis rackets...ooh,these bikes are nice! *bursts into song about fruit*" it's total drivel and she must look like an utter
twit to everyone else around her, as she wanders around narrating the contents of a
bleeping shop and calling it" werk".
and ffs babs, please don't lumber your kids' teachers with more wankee candles and mugs. they don't
bleeping want them! babs was obvs the exception - the teacher who relished in receiving hoards of tat at the end of term, perceiving it as a "reward", and proof that she was such a "great teacher" - not realising that parents had simply waltzed into pound land, as she does now, and filled their basket with cheap tat to dump on unsuspecting teachers, supposedly to show their gratitude! unlike all other teachers, their excess collection of tacky mugs didn't end up filling the staff room or adorning the shelves at the local charity shop - they are all hoarded up in top top, or stored lovingly in her mug cupboard of dreams; "awards" reminding her of the teaching career she threw away to exploit her kids' childhoods on SM.