Right, okay, so they're happy to shell out £30 an hour on a festival Nanny, at a family orientated festival, where they're meant to be, you know, actually chilling out with their own kids - but when they actually have to do some genuine work (though I mean that in its loosest possible sense when it comes to her jottings on Gas & Air) suddenly they are fraught, over worked average parents, juggling deadlines and childcare. You know, just like everybody else.
Yeah, except no one else is juggling with already £240K in the bank, with a freebie Gusto box supplying your dinner, as you type on your gifted computer, sitting in your freebie decorated living room, most likely wearing freebie clothes + freebie lingerie. All the while grinding your freebie giant teeth at Tattlers calling you out on your gratuitous greed and lack of integrity.