Ahhh maybe! The poor intern probably had to uninvite herDo we think she had brand trips planned but they were quickly pulled after #Slurgate or is it just that she hasn’t even been invited on any press events?
Ahhh maybe! The poor intern probably had to uninvite herDo we think she had brand trips planned but they were quickly pulled after #Slurgate or is it just that she hasn’t even been invited on any press events?
Good spot! I said that earlier in the thread - that Belle PR would use their other clients as leverage to get Elsie taken off.I noticed on the front page of the Mirror there was an exclusive about Katie Piper & her attacker. Was that the payoff for the Mirror taking story down? Not sure what Katie Piper would think about being used to save Lydia’s behind.
The last few sentences made me laugh. I had visions of this being the horse equivalence to toddlers putting stones up their noses & then proudly informing you. How did you find the maggots & remove them? Life with a horse is definitely not for the faint hearted.I work in the corporate world and have my horse on a DIY yard. He is probably Lydia’s dream because he looks the part. Big Thoroughbred gelding. But I get up at 5 some days, get down there poo picking or mucking out, scrubbing water butts, making feed, soaking feed. Today I was sweeping and cleaning his stable ready for winter. It is not for the faint hearted. The horse world is an incredibly harsh world too. You have a lot of people who will tell it how it is and more.
Building stables does not = owning a horse. First she needs 3+ years of constant riding lessons. Then she needs to be loaning and getting used to how to care for a horse. Then she can think about a novice horse but she would need two. When I got my boy I knew I would need support and spent the time finding a yard with people who would help me. Thank god because within 10 days I was dealing with colic. I’ve dealt with so many ailments from Kissing spines, choke, general yard injuries to maggots up his bloody Willy! She’s in cloud cuckoo land.
I wonder if they all have soft shells.How pathetic that she has actually spent time getting 1 of each colour egg, putting them into a perfect display and then taking a picture for instagram.
Imagine making literally your whole life proving your worth to people on the internet.
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Give me eggs and champagne and they will be straight in the bin.I hate both!She doesn’t realize everyone is on to her “gifts”. The gift is not genuinely for someone. Lydia is making the gift about herself and steering the conversation always back to her and whatever she brought for praise. Even the was regifted so she could probably talk about how she was sent the champagne and it has been stored in her basement broken bathroom that she plans to eventually turn into a wine cellar blah blah blah about her home plans.
I’m sure her friends are like “yes wow thank you Lydia. I always wanted eggs for my birthday. Yes yes you have chickens. Oh wow I’m the first person you’ve given eggs to because now you have SO MANY! Oh and the chickens have names. Thank you for telling me how you came up with the names and the color of each egg. 🥸 Oh and their dust bath is a antique champagne bucket and Ali puts all of your home grown herbs in there. Oh you don’t actually eat the herbs… interesting. 🫤 Oh really, , you painted the chicken wire black to be more sympathetic. Great so um… look at that, I need to get something from the oven”
The “author” strikes again. Shall we start doing tattle spelling tests on a Friday?Logs, embers, shadows, walks, pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin, wellies, tweed, baked, cinnamon, fire, book, Evergreen, twelth. Wait! twelth, twelth?
twit.
Soft shell eggs look vile … I think she’s showing these eggs to prove she has healthy laying hens (some of the time!) unless they have been purchasedI wonder if they all have soft shells.
Allegedly.Does she live in Northampton ?
I have every therapist around for my horse, sometimes the butt of a joke at the yard but he is looking amazing. I would post a photo but scared someone on here might recognise him. But he came in one day tail swishing, I knew something was wrong but wasn’t sure what assumed a bite. My knowledgable yard owner suggested it might be. And despite having his Willy washed out only months before there they were. I was elbow in up his todger cleaning it out. Had the vet out the next morning and they were happy with my handy work… shall we say haha!The last few sentences made me laugh. I had visions of this being the horse equivalence to toddlers putting stones up their noses & then proudly informing you. How did you find the maggots & remove them? Life with a horse is definitely not for the faint hearted.