Well, she's got to start some sort of nonsense dialogue, so that everybody forgets about her hateful anti-M post of yesterday.
We won't forget, Liz, don't you worry. We won't forget that one in a hurry.
And if the place in Italy she is now blathering on about is one of mummy and daddy's many holiday homes, then from previous photographs it looks like it's at the arse end of nowhere!
Along with the fact that she'd never be able to farm, if she cannot even plant the narcissistic bed of domestic abuse at the right time of year! She may fancy bouncing around on Clarkson's Lamborghini tractor or a frolic on his hay bales - or even admire the size of his mushrooms - but farming? Naaaaah!
NAAAAH! Not a chance! Even the turf she laid last year looks like it won't survive the summer! (Water it, Feed Weed and Moss kill it twice in the spring, make sure it never dries out, then maybe an autumn treatment after the last mow! You're welcome
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