Budget Clemmie wrote a poem about the trauma of moving from a million pound house to another million pound house. #PrayForBudgetClem
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Lol! So true. Who did they think they were talking to? What did they think they were doing?? It was like a G8 summit for insta huns.It was always bloody breakfast, wasn’t it? Always breakfast. Which they would all film themselves rushing off to like very important people. And always goody bags and expensive flowers on the tables. All so that they could talk about themselves.
It was always head girl, Mother Pukka in her serious journalist glasses, interviewing her mates, in front of all their other mates, talking about stuff that they all knew about each other anyway. Nodding sagely and taking it all very seriously with the odd tear thrown in.
Fucking baffling. What a waste of everyone’s time.
And then there would be the obligatory group photo, usually huddled around a smug looking MOD who was positioned to look like the fucking second coming.
Ah, I almost miss those days.
ETA - the photo also always included dress like a mum being quirky in the corner. Oh Zoe! You sequinned loon! God love the lot of them.
For me personally I had just had a baby I was sleep deprived, suffering PND & I was basically in awe of them!Why don’t more people see though this complete bollocks?
They do exactly the same in London. They move here from wherever they grew up/studied and buy a decent size property but in a cheap area - spend most of the time subtly complaining about the people who have lived there all their lives, complain they cant get 'a decent coffee' etc - but leave before, heaven forbid, their kids attend a London secondary school. And then make an absolute fortune. They dont even contribute to trying to improve an area, they are entirely self serving and would campaign for a coffee shop over something else that would benefit the wider community. All of that lot have done it. It's unbelievably transparent. (And short sighted as often London schools are often far better resourced than those outside - not saying this funding thing is morally right but it is a fact). And now they are off to do the same elsewhere no doubt.It's like the FODs; they come from London and are shocked how big a building they can get for their money. So grab bigger the better.
What they don't see is that actually they can have much nicer, albeit smaller, house with a better parking option, garden, etc just up the road but without the insta value.
This is everything!! Sage nodding and meaningful eye contact with each other whilst discussing inequality. As you say all white, middle class able bodied women with complimentary Jo Malone goody bags. Or at each other’s ’book launches’.It was always bloody breakfast, wasn’t it? Always breakfast. Which they would all film themselves rushing off to like very important people. And always goody bags and expensive flowers on the tables. All so that they could talk about themselves.
It was always head girl, Mother Pukka in her serious journalist glasses, interviewing her mates, in front of all their other mates, talking about stuff that they all knew about each other anyway. Nodding sagely and taking it all very seriously with the odd tear thrown in.
Fucking baffling. What a waste of everyone’s time.
And then there would be the obligatory group photo, usually huddled around a smug looking MOD who was positioned to look like the fucking second coming.
Ah, I almost miss those days.
ETA - the photo also always included dress like a mum being quirky in the corner. Oh Zoe! You sequinned loon! God love the lot of them.
That’s really unfair to Clemmie, and completely underestimating her. Don’t you remember how difficult the poor love found it having her idyllic school run spoiled by seeing a rough sleeper drinking cider in the park? And how she told everyone on Instagram how it had RUINED her ‘grammable day? What do you call that, if not a ‘difficult conversation’?I like to have honest conversations about difficult topics………, unless you say something in my comments and then I just block you She wouldn’t know a difficult conversation if it smacked her in the face!
But Why?
totally stealing this one.It’s what I label as middle class feral about some of the parents at my daughters school