My mate who I've not seen for ages came for tea yesterday. She was banging on about Hinch and said "you must love her, she's just you're type", which I was
bleeping offended and mortified by. Before I could say anything, my husband said, "well no, she's actually always on Tattle slagging her off cos she's a
bleep" (he meant Hinch not me, I think, I tell myself that anyway)
Just got a text off another friend.. seems she's not my mate anymore, but at least she's recruiting Tattlers
I actually had a dream the night before he outed me as a Tattler to my mate, that I won a competition for a Hincher and their partner to go and meet Hinch for dinner at her house, and my husband accidentally outed me as a Tattler when we got there, just before I got good content for Tattle. He must have form.