Bloody hell she really is beyond predictable. Another load of simpering, self-indulged stories this morning, sat on her arse waffling on about mundane drivel. And of the many things that irritate me about her, the ridiculous fetishising motherhood for ‘content’ when she’s waffling on about Mums never getting a Christmas ‘do.’ GIVE ME STRENGTH.
Charl, you have your head in a glass of Prosecco every second evening and you had Christmas Ham day amongst many other ‘treats’ planned round tons of festive processed shite. And you get paid ££££ for sticking a camera in front of your kids and selling their smiles to strangers.
Get a grip, you silly twat.