So that Yale box was definitely a freebie as there’s no way any of her massive daily 10ft high parcel dumps would fit in that little thing. Waste of space, time and someone’s money.
She looked like a medieval peasant in that green frock thing. Or a novice nun. She described it as old and then said she got it last year.
. She doesn’t know what old is, I think I’ve got tights older than her.
The brown leggings and sofa-print top is an all time low and she’s lost the plot
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It’s my one ambition in life to somehow get those manky peach fake flowers out of her dressing room and drop-kick them into a skip.
The bedroom looked like a care home. She really wants automatic curtains as she said pulling them open hurts her delicate hand. She then explains her thought process for how she scans and tidies each room in the house. No, I didn’t get any tips from that unfortunately.
She made another gallon of Shitney for gifts for people she must hate. I know it’s called a butcher’s block but hers looks like it’s come from an abattoir or crime scene. Yuk.
All in all, a load of bollocks.