The bowl isn't that big. They are the Sophie Conran ones. I've seen them in John Lewis and I'm certain that's the cereal bowl size not some massive one as she says it is. Sick of hearing her go on about portion sizes. It makes me anxious about my eating and I'm sure it's the same for othersgreedy goblin. I love rice and definitely eat too much of it
Has she gone into the Twi-shiteInside, outside, garage, shed... could be anywhere.
Erm she's keeps plugging her books just tell the woman how long to pickle flaming beans. It's hardly big secret. She's so irritable. Best not to ask for her advice she just tells you to read her book.View attachment 225238View attachment 225239View attachment 225241
Ps please may I speak at your festival of tins?
For someone who, just yesterday, was criticising the "senseless violence" of the military it seems strange that she should be taking a book by a centrist Labour MP about his experience in the military to bed with her.
This is epicWill you lot all get out of my song lyrics and Moon Phase niches?
When I look back upon my wives (well, they would have been)
It's always with no sense of shame
I've never been the one to blame
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a bin
It's a bin
Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every shop I've ever been
Everything I've ever blended, too
In the bin
At school they taught me how to be
Truthful in thought and word and deed
I didn't quite succeed
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a bin
It's a bin
Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every train I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to
It's a bin
Patreon, forgive me, I tried not to do it
Turned over a new leaf, then tore right through it
Whatever you paid me, I didn't admit it
Tattle, you fought me, 'cause I didn't care
And I still don't understand
So I look back upon my life
Never with a sense of shame
I've never been the one to blame
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a bin
It's a bin
Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every Cotswold I've ever had
Everywhere I'm going to - it's a bin
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a bin
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a bin
Is she alone? But, but she never said....? Please stop wallowing, I get it your sad, but if it's really over its time to just start getting yourself back to normal. It sounded like it ended amicably enough if not alittle abrupt but just move on. What will be Will be.
Yeah I don’t get that at all! I miss readingThe magic number amount of books as well.
Maverick greengage, surely?the maverick apple doesn’t fall far from the maverick tree *tom cruise sunglasses*
This type of gold is why I can’t stay away from these threadThe film would have been great, I can see it now. Ruby Rose sliding down the pole in full firefighting gear. Miserably being measured by a tailor for her passing out parade, Michael Caine bent at her knee with a tape measure. 'Traazers? On a bird?' He spits out his cigar in disgust. 'Chief likes a broad in stilettoes.' Etc..
I agree - it was sublime. The ‘traazers’ really got me.This type of gold is why I can’t stay away from these thread
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