The plastic plants. No words.
The neck fan. Try losing some weight.
The snack box “to separate her fruit”. Sure Jan. To separate her mint poppets from her other sweeties
Onslow collecting
tit alcohol signs for the “bar” (corner of the garage) they copied from Mik.
A hilarious print of a cockerpoo, that was anything but hilarious.
She’s going to find the time to “modge podge” faux dried flowers to jam jars. But didn’t have the time to make TS friendship bracelets. Unfortunately these
crappy bracelets were lacking her more up to date stuff??
bleeping hell.
Another black rucksack, I swear she buys one quarterly.