Does anyone else think that doesn’t sound like Jack’s “voice”? Are Caroline and her hands finally un-furloughed?
Agreed. Giving me Britney Spears' social media handler vibes. It's probably because she's doing her absolute best to remain zen and unbothered while responding to the cabal's To Do list. Anyone reckon this holidaying with the child's Dad is a bit of a last supper before he goes off to big school and visits once a month or soDoes anyone else think that doesn’t sound like Jack’s “voice”? Are Caroline and her hands finally un-furloughed?
Sylvia Plath used to work on her poems, I mean really work. Not spending ten minutes over a cup of slow cooker tea, then showing off about how she dashed off in a moment of inspiration, because she is so bleeping deep.There’s a far better (imo) poem about blackberry picking by Seamus Heaney, but it won’t have the same melodramatic gravitas as Plath for Jack.
Surprised she didn’t reference Lady Macbeth with ‘will these hands ne’er be clean?’ (good question) and ‘Out, damnedslopspot.’
So much so much there
That’s exactly how I saw it yes.Agreed. Giving me Britney Spears' social media handler vibes. It's probably because she's doing her absolute best to remain zen and unbothered while responding to the cabal's To Do list. Anyone reckon this holidaying with the child's Dad is a bit of a last supper before he goes off to big school and visits once a month or so
makes me want to stick my head in the gas oven.Performative pish I tell thee. *screams into the ether*
I heard that Jack was gently stiching things behind the scenes, and keeping keeping her DMs open for the refugees.There's something very taking your reluctant teenager on a day trip about that yellow coat pic. Lots of the other 'activist' types are doing stuff to raise funds and awareness for the Afghan appeal, meanwhile Jack is out squishing blackberries down into a milk bottle
In that blindingly massive paragraph, I read it as ‘distinctly chargrilled sick on the bottom of the pan’, and thought, ‘She’s gone too far.’Mmm, who doesn’t love an incinerated layer. Yum yum. Recipe please!
She is the ultimate Mood Hoover, isn't she?
Oh Jack give it up you were born in the late 80’s *ahem* allegedly enough with the Catherine Cookson novel life cosplaying.