The problem with Soph is that, whilst she’s an excellent saleswoman, she’s just not very skilled at reading a room (probably because she’s such a narcissist that she can’t actually think past herself).
She thinks that saying she was up all night “anxious” makes her seem: a) relatable, and b) fragile...which of course fuels her army because not only is “Mrs Hinch just like me!” but she also needs protected. Trouble is, it alienates and infuriates everyone who actually has anxiety/who understands there are bigger things going on in the world right now than a roast.
ACTUALLY being relatable would look a little something like this (I’ll lend you this one for free, Soph):
“morning guys! I had planned to do a roast today, but Ronnie didn’t sleep well and I’m knackered. There’s only the two of us and Ron to feed, and it seems like a faff to make a whole roast dinner for that. Jamie and I will probably just get a takeaway when ronnies in bed to be honest, and that way we can have a wee nap when he’s napping this afternoon instead of prepping a roast. ATB”