Think she needs to separate her wash properly and introduce herself to an iron. You can’t get away with not ironing shirts - IMHOI’m sorry Christmas Day and her kids look so scruffy. She treated herself to that bloody awful star dress from ASOS you think she would have bought the kids something nice as well. It’s not like she can’t afford it.
But she said it was to drink wine although he doesn’t really like wine.....I don’t even know if it runs that deep. The guy probably just used what was on the table, charls life is so tragic that he manages to exceed all expectations by merely wiping his own arse.
I expect a lot of Mark's colleagues to be shoe horning "I mean it's magical, that" into conversations in the NYThe one where Mark just turned to me and went, "I mean that's magical that".
WTF. This woman needs to get a fucking grip. How does she even remember these insignificant things to write them down later? If I was Mark, I'd be terrified to say or do anything, because you'd know she's going to do a public post gushing all about it later. And don't get me started on the Ikea wine glasses. This woman is ridiculous.
" Dear SnugglesTotally agree about the early wake-up, my kids would have been straight back to bed. Her daughter must have been beside herself by the afternoon.
A bit of snow in December isn’t exactly magical, it’s the fucking weather. If you could go sledging on Christmas Day then fair enough.
Why do we think she cried at what he wrote in her card? The bar is set so low he probably just signed off with a kiss...
she doesn’t need to remember them - they didn’t actually happen. She makes it all up for content. Sorry but who the fuck would look out at some wet sleet and actually say “oh isn’t it magical?!” NO ONE!!!! Most blokes wouldn’t even notice it!! I think old Charlotte lives in this absolute fantasy land.The one where Mark just turned to me and went, "I mean that's magical that".
WTF. This woman needs to get a fucking grip. How does she even remember these insignificant things to write them down later? If I was Mark, I'd be terrified to say or do anything, because you'd know she's going to do a public post gushing all about it later. And don't get me started on the Ikea wine glasses. This woman is ridiculous.
Ha ha. This post did make me chuckle. I don't know why she thinks she's such a great writer, she is GCSE English standard at best! Also, everything she does treat us to is twee, clichéd fluff mostly.I think her 'lyrical' captions are designed to lure in a book deal. She has a history in writing/publishing/whatever, she bangs on about how she's such a reader, I reckon she's hoping that someone will read one of her ludicrous insta captions and say 'My god! This woman is a poetic genius! She's the voice of a generation!' and she'll get to write some drippy chick-lit about a mum suffering with mental health but powering through for the sake of her family, who she loves to bits, but it's just so hard sometimes... you know, the fantasy she's been trying to peddle us for years.
"Fiona is a mum to two absolute sweethearts, and has the man of her dreams, but no one knows the pain she holds inside. As the world falls apart, who will hold her together? Youtube sensation Charlotte Taylor's first novel is a seering and insightful view into what life is like for an absolute bell end who doesn't know how lucky she is."
yes!!!I think her 'lyrical' captions are designed to lure in a book deal. She has a history in writing/publishing/whatever, she bangs on about how she's such a reader, I reckon she's hoping that someone will read one of her ludicrous insta captions and say 'My god! This woman is a poetic genius! She's the voice of a generation!' and she'll get to write some drippy chick-lit about a mum suffering with mental health but powering through for the sake of her family, who she loves to bits, but it's just so hard sometimes... you know, the fantasy she's been trying to peddle us for years.
"Fiona is a mum to two absolute sweethearts, and has the man of her dreams, but no one knows the pain she holds inside. As the world falls apart, who will hold her together? Youtube sensation Charlotte Taylor's first novel is a seering and insightful view into what life is like for an absolute bell end who doesn't know how lucky she is."
There would definitely be a sub-plot of the local theatre group putting on Les Mis, and old Fiona is too humble to audition, so she just volunteers to paint the sets... but the girl from the Tesco Express on main street who was going to play Fantine came down with a tummy bug... whatever will they do?? But then, the director hears an angelic voice from the wings, could it be?? Fiona??? Sweet, shy Fiona who only posts videos of herself singing showtunes twice a month to social media, surely little old Fi couldn't take to the stage.yes!!!
“When Fiona was feeling really blue she would turn to Alexa and ask her to play the soundtrack to “Rent” the musical..... HOW DO YOU MEASURE, MEASURE A YEARRRRR - IN DAYLIGHTS, MIDNIGHTS, SUNSHINES, CUPS OF COFFEEEEEEE.....”
he would probably roll himself down the stairs. Yknow. Because he’s from Preston, and that’s what they do in Preston.There would definitely be a sub-plot of the local theatre group putting on Les Mis, and old Fiona is too humble to audition, so she just volunteers to paint the sets... but the girl from the Tesco Express on main street who was going to play Fantine came down with a tummy bug... whatever will they do?? But then, the director hears an angelic voice from the wings, could it be?? Fiona??? Sweet, shy Fiona who only posts videos of herself singing showtunes twice a month to social media, surely little old Fi couldn't take to the stage.
Or could she?
On opening night, that man of hers comes in to support her set-painting abilities (she's kept it as a surprise!) - he's so good like that. Attending local functions that cost under a tenner - I mean, how many men would do that for their significant other?? Especially on the night that his cousin from Liverpool had invited him to play FIFA. Anyway, he comes in, but just as he whips out his phone to text his cousin that he's going to sneak home at interval and he'll be online in an hour... he hears a familiar voice. COULD IT BE??? Jesus christ, he'll just nip out through the side door now, say he fell down the stairs.
I think her 'lyrical' captions are designed to lure in a book deal. She has a history in writing/publishing/whatever, she bangs on about how she's such a reader, I reckon she's hoping that someone will read one of her ludicrous insta captions and say 'My god! This woman is a poetic genius! She's the voice of a generation!' and she'll get to write some drippy chick-lit about a mum suffering with mental health but powering through for the sake of her family, who she loves to bits, but it's just so hard sometimes... you know, the fantasy she's been trying to peddle us for years.
"Fiona is a mum to two absolute sweethearts, and has the man of her dreams, but no one knows the pain she holds inside. As the world falls apart, who will hold her together? Youtube sensation Charlotte Taylor's first novel is a seering and insightful view into what life is like for an absolute bell end who doesn't know how lucky she is."
You lot crack me up.There would definitely be a sub-plot of the local theatre group putting on Les Mis, and old Fiona is too humble to audition, so she just volunteers to paint the sets... but the girl from the Tesco Express on main street who was going to play Fantine came down with a tummy bug... whatever will they do?? But then, the director hears an angelic voice from the wings, could it be?? Fiona??? Sweet, shy Fiona who only posts videos of herself singing showtunes twice a month to social media, surely little old Fi couldn't take to the stage.
Or could she?
On opening night, that man of hers comes in to support her set-painting abilities (she's kept it as a surprise!) - he's so good like that. Attending local functions that cost under a tenner - I mean, how many men would do that for their significant other?? Especially on the night that his cousin from Liverpool had invited him to play FIFA. Anyway, he comes in, but just as he whips out his phone to text his cousin that he's going to sneak home at interval and he'll be online in an hour... he hears a familiar voice. COULD IT BE??? Jesus christ, he'll just nip out through the side door now, say he fell down the stairs.
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