Recap - as always lots of details here - I have nooooowhere to goooo and nothiiiiing to dooooo after all- I’ll summarise in case you don’t want to read the War and Peace of Babs - she likes to put her leg up on the kitchen counter, she likes to watch tv, drink alcohol and eat crap, she likes plants but knows not much about them, she likes to look slim and cute (
) in photos when she’s supposed to be body confident, she hates the kids being at home, she hates “White Rose” maths, she lives in the past and, as always, she’s an attention seeking twat who aims all of her content at answering what we’ve said here on Tattle.
Thursday evening began with an odd school night “sleepover” that the kids wanted, even though they dislike each other and have apparently never lasted a whole night together without falling out. But Babs got them into her bed and got herself in, making it all about her as per. Then Friday morning began with her moaning about not getting any sleep
Stories came from the bathroom because the kids were still sleeping in her room, all she did was moan about being tired, having a “knee in my bum” all night. Well leave the kids alone then, let them be together without you, sleep in your own beds, be full of energy and better equipped for werk/school then Babs!
Awful outfit of half blouse smart top with gross pyjama bottoms (I mean I’d be more embarrassed answering the door to the postman in that than just full pyjamas!), aggressive angry-looking “dancing” (hate using that word for what she does!), straight on the alcohol at 4pm for the end of home school (but we’ve still got weeks to go
), a naked face mask so presumably a bath before dinner (do people have baths at 4pm? Is that a thing?), a throwback to her and PUS in Ireland, a sherbet treat he got her and the latest program “probably for older teens” they’re watching. In their 40s
Riveting stuff Babs, riveting.
Saturday was 6:55 in the kitchen showing off the new obsession of putting her leg up on the kitchen counter. Think it might actually be more annoying than the pit stories
She was happy there’s no school at the weekend, no White Rose maths (drinking game - have a shot every time she says white rose maths. Actually no don’t, you’ll die), planning on “loving on her plants”
and a walk. The cinnamon rolls of sugar, her dancing bra-less with a plant mister, a grid post about the sun being out on her walk making her wish for brighter days and then a Baileys hot chocolate (even tho she writes “hot cock” on her captions but says chocolate out loud. Twat) at 2:55
Early doors for alcohol most would say but not our Babs!
An afternoon in front of the TV, letters she’s writing to friends and a throwback photo of the kids which seemed to just serve the purpose of embarrassing Ethan. Although her whole life seems to serve the purpose of embarrassing the kids these days
The evening saw her reflecting back on 90s songs that were for being dumped to, because of course we have to go back in time and re-live her past at regular intervals. Except for her it doesn’t seem to be in the past, it seems to be all she thinks about. Why do her Babettes need to know these things? As far as they know she’s a happily married mum, what do they care if she was dumped by a boy in the 90s?
Love notes from the kids on her pillow before bed, all very cute and all but could be private. I know we should all know by now that we can’t expect Babs to keep anything private, nothing is off limits, but there’s always a small part of me that lives in hope that she will learn to keep some things within the family
Sunday morning began the same as Saturday - phone propped up in the kitchen, Babs walks past and is surprised it’s there
Give me strength. I’ll be starting a petition to get her back in the pit if this shit carries on! Anyway it was all about the plant vlog that’s up today, that’s mostly about home school and stationary, with some very basic info about plants because, big surprise, she actually knows next to nothing about them. She’s ok if you want to buy already grown supermarket plants, not know their names and spray some water at them, but if you want to plant, grow, nurture etc she’s not going to be able to help you.
We moved on to a beg for prints for a “gallery wall” in the “bog”. She put a picture of the wall in question on her story and honestly you’d get maybe three small things up there? So not sure how she’s gonna do a gallery.
She also declared her intention to get fully made up and put on a “fancy” new jumpsuit (with a belt round the middle that has no purpose, like the rest of us wore circa 2002 but have stopped because, you know, we don’t live in the past) to take a photo with plants. I know we’re all bored, I know we’re in lockdown, I know the world has gone to shit but heavens to Betsy, get a life woman!! Or just admit when you’ve got an AD to film or lockdown rules to flout
The plant photo was predictably crap, honestly she’s lost the plot. Gone too far with a “thing” again; a few nice plants dotted around makes a nice feature in the house, having as many as you can possibly cram in a small space looks stupid. It was accompanied by a talking story of how the make up is too much for a Sunday morning (Hi Babs
) but she doesn’t care, and as the caption said, “Then I wobble my boobs”. So during the week, she’s wearing bras because she might be in the background of a school zoom, at the weekend she’s wobbling her boobs in front of the camera for the world (including the poor poor teachers who have her kids in their class) to see. Why is she like this? Pick a lane, stay in it. Either be body confident and go bra less when you want, or dress fully every day and own that you want to be smart.
The jumpsuit photo was so lush and so many ‘friends’ messaged her about it (do people do that? My friends might comment on my social media but I don’t think they would separately message me) that she made it her profile pic on FB and Insta. And announced it loudly many times. Who cares?? It’s crap as a profile picture because she’s too far back and it’s all of her body, not just her face, she’s wearing black and her phone is at the forefront. Plus she is posing specifically to make herself look slim or she’s photoshopped it because we see her in her dressing gown parading around the kitchen and we know her waist isn’t like it is in the photo! So much for body confidence, again
Monday 6:47am saw her up on her own, doing “week” on her laptop. Assume she tried to write ‘werk’, which isn’t a word, so ended up with ‘week’, which is not what she meant. Twat. Altho small credit for doing what some working mums have to do and be up early to get bits done before home school. So yeah, one good thing I can say
I mean, the “werk” in question was taking a really old meme and putting herself in it so not exactly essential or worthwhile. But this is Babs, so we can’t expect too much!
She went on again about the White Rose maths (would be an amazing drinking game if you did want to get completely hammered!!) and how hard it is. I guess she thinks going on about it makes her seem relatable but I personally think she just seems stupid and lazy if she can’t work out maths meant for kids
Andy Pandy dungarees for “da win” today, def not the same waist as yesterday’s amazing jumpsuit photo showed
Carrying Lucy around, a new basket style lampshade they’ve ruined with an energy saving bulb poking out (her and Ste apparently chatted about how it looked like a poo coming out of bum hole because they’re immature and ridiculous
) and then because she’s so caring and professional she followed that up with a post about Martin Luther King and Ann Frank. Honestly Babs, have some class! Generic crap from her days as a teacher
quickly followed by Ethan with a giant teddy he asked for on his birthday. But probably didn’t ask for it to be shared on the internet for the world to see bless him.
We got a selfie with a confused Babs as bedtime apparently now and again falls apart and all hell breaks loose. Get off the sofa and sort it out then....a selfie on Insta won’t help settle the kids now will it?? Also a response to the earlier poll that 61% who answered are struggling. I mean this is a double edged sword - hoorah
for actually sharing the result of a poll BUT accompanied by “bad times for you all, sorry, have a chocolate and a mope, I loves ya” All means basically nothing. She doesn’t give a shit!
Tuesday morning came from the pit at 7:33, everyone still asleep after the “bed Olympics”. Not the right phrase Babs, you mean musical beds if it’s everyone changing round. Not sure how much changing round can really go on, or why a 10 and 8 year old don’t sleep through. Not sure I believe it, she’s so full of crap in the hope of making herself seem like a toddler mum
New low point of pit stories when someone (assume a kid, could have been PUS!) walked in and she told them to stand and wait for a cuddle while she finished her story recording. If that really happened, why wouldn’t you put your phone down and then re-record? Is she really rejecting her kid for her Insta attention seeking needs? Well yes, she does all the time, but to show herself so blatantly doing it was a new level of shitty. And if it was made up, why would she want that to be the impression she gives of herself as a parent?
She’s organising an online meet up (10 months into lockdown? After we suggested it? Hi Babs
) and flogging mugs again. Reckons she has an “online shop” so wants to promote other small shops she buys from. Nice to see her finally use her platform to promote small businesses, terrible to see her claim she’s in the same boat as creative people who design and make a product from start to finish.
Her vlogs will now be homey and chatty - no shit Babs, we’re in a lockdown so you have no choice but to be at home. If you do shopping hauls you’ll once again show you’re a covidiot with no awareness of how others may be struggling. Twat. She taught Erin how to make her cups of tea - Hi Babs
Thanks for trying to prove you don’t have toddlers anymore! Her favourite plant that she bought with inheritance and named died. Brilliant advert for the new “plant mom” route she wants to go down, brilliant
Some absolute drivel about being CC’d (not tagged Babs!) on an email chain irrelevant to her, probably total crap she made up just so she could share a Tiktok about turning random life stuff into drama as there’s nothing else to do. One of our eagle eyed tattlers also found a plant lady on Insta and we can see where Babs got her gallery wall, decor ideas and paint colour from. Not an original idea in her!
A walk, where they discussed Biden and Trump. Oh and then it rained and they screamed. Except they didn’t do either of those things, did they? Let’s face it, it’s just not even believable the crap she comes out with now.
The evening finished with a selfie of her lip/tongue as she apparently got accidentally head butted by one of the kids (I hope it was Ethan and I hope it wasn’t an accident
Maybe revenge for the embarrassing photo of him and his teddy
) and then a recommendation to watch YouTube videos of people who were on The Hills watching episodes of The Hills. Looked like she was watching on her laptop in bed when she posted around 6:30. You know, like a normal relatable busy mum does. Watches random shit on YouTube because she spends so much time in front of the tv that she’s actually finished ALL OF IT and can be in bed on her own watching things when it’s dinner/relaxing/bath/family/bed time. So relatable.
Wednesday began in the kitchen with her jumping in front of the camera that was set up on the side
She was very excited about it being the day for the new American president to be sworn in, apparently Erin and her friends on school teams are also “very invested”. Are they tho??
It was mentioned again later, she was crying watching the swearing in
Good money says she couldn’t fill a two minute slot talking about what Trump did and why she thinks Biden might be better. She knows nothing and is literally jumping on the bandwagon because all the American celebrities she follows (stalks) have posted about it. I mean, I don’t know anything much about American politics but then I haven’t posted pretending to!
Crisps was the other big subject of the day. A poll, with ten stories and a grid post, which included the word “sozzard”. So if you see that now, it’s in tribute! Her engagement/AD value must be really low right now for her to be spending time on crisps
To be fair to her tho she got over 700 comments on Insta and over 600 on FB so crisps are apparently a passion of the Babettes
And clearly the Conways too as they have two boxes in their house.
A vlog, not really sure what about. Just chat about “pretty much” being at home
, babying and belittling Ethan, making Erin have terrible posture after her neck op working in her bedroom, beg for prints and frames, crap about food shops that all seems like lies anyway because she contradicts herself every other sentence.....blah blah blah.
A story about Gary Barlow’s 50th that she made about her by sharing one of the crap poems from her “book”, an update on a new tablecloth and Ste’s laptop (it died, but no worries when your Insta life bulks up the back account), a friend sent them “hot cocks” and she was in the bath at 8ish, for hours apparently as PUS was watching football. I mean, a match is 90 minutes right?!? She had a can of cocktail, obvs got to keep that alcohol content up!
Thursday morning hit a new low with a grid post of a video about Erin’s operation and recovery. Babs originally swore she wouldn’t share too many details about it all, but yet here we are. Personal photos, not great singing, intimate hospital moments, all out there for the world to see. It’s a new low, even for Babs. She now seems so desperate for attention she is literally putting everything out there. Nothing she won’t share.
The cynics in us might think she has an AD coming up as breakdowns/emotional/personal posts seem to up engagement just before an AD. Even if that turns out not to be the case, I still feel for Erin having her life used for content. Shocking.
Babs came out with some absolute tosh about how we’ve all thought she’s much happier now, because at the start of lockdown in March she was worried about Erin and her nan died. But now they’re all good. Well lucky them. No mention of hospitals bursting at the seams, the horrendous daily death tolls, the followers who may have lost a loved one, or be worrying about someone in hospital, or having to use a food bank, or worrying how to heat their home. As long as Emma’s happy eh? But to add insult to injury, it’s COMPLETE CRAP anyway because she’s eating and drinking away her feelings, she seems to have a limited wardrobe because she’s gained weight and clothes don’t fit her, she has terrible skin, she moans constantly about home school and bed times, she whinges about walks, she watches hours of mind-numbing tv. She’s often aggressive in her stories. She does not give off happy vibes at all so where she’s getting the idea that she’s all sunshine and rainbows I do not know.
And then crisps. Obviously
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When I wake up
