Mrs Hinch #427 - Party girl on the wine, a mini break from butchering pine!
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Sunday was a busy day for Hinch her shhhhtruggling had to be pushed to one side as she had not one but two Instagram worthy parties to attend.
First up was the first birthday party of one of her oldest friend’s children ... she’s not famous though so Soph couldn’t stick around for long. She can gift “make up kid” half a bottle of harpic later and all will be forgiven. They have to understand, she’s one half of a celebrity couple now! She moves in showbiz circles! She can’t pass up the opportunity to sit next to Nadia Sawalha in Stacey’s garden.
Because the time had come for Stacey Solomon’s very OTT baby shower..”a shower? what’s that?” said a puzzled Stinky...but she was ok once her sister explained to her that it was a very over indulgent party for her, full of freebies and z listers and that it would be more ostentatious than some weddings.
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So good old Hinchy, friend of the stars, got herself dolled up , big toddler in a beauty pageant bow atop the ratty hair extensions and a black dress which made her look like Maleficent turning up at the christening of Princess Aurora, and off she popped to Pickle Cottage where Stacey awaited looking like a ginger Rapunzel in a silky nightie.
There she mingled with the celebs, well a couple of the old harridans from Loose Women, and danced the night away like someone had plugged her into the mains electricity supply. She’s certainly found her futz unfortunately for Soph they are both left ones. Knocking back the Prosecco like it was a bottle of Ribena, Soph flailed around wafting her hands about Stacey like an injured stork trying to take flight.
There was no sign of Ron or Len despite the party being child friendly and everyone else bringing their kids along and no sign of Jaymeee who was surely missed thanks to his sparkling conversation and witty repartee. Soph clearly thought there was only room for one A lister at the party and that was her. She couldn’t have Fash FC fans asking Jamie for his autograph or explain why Ron didn’t want to play with his best friend forever Rex. Not even Len, the future husband of Princess Pickle, was allowed on the scene.
As usual Soph had to lower the tone of the party to her usual chavvy teen level by posting videos of herself and Stacey with a stupid filter on that gave a massive chin.. at least I think it was a filter?
She also posted a cringeworthy gridpost of herself and mummazzz to be Stace trying to get attention back on to herself as usual. She certainly looked different from her outing to the Bingo a day earlier. More Barbie and less Barbara from till 5 in Teshhhco.
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Monday morning and Inch decided to treat us to a photo of Soph and Len on his playmat in the garden, inexplicably the whitewashed chest was back out of the living room and in the garden again. It also looked freshly painted and hadntbyet been subjected to Soph’s dishhhhhhtressshhhhing. Surely this wasn’t an old photo being passed off as new...and why aren’t you at work James?
Monday night and Stacey decided to share some photos from the baby shower alongside a vomit inducing quote natch.
Sadly for Soph Stacey had forgotten to edit one of the photos and it turned in to another spot the difference competition where the winner gets a trip to Mecca in Romford and a free jug of hoops..
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Tuesday morning and she was posting early as she was giving Ronnie a 1980’s footballer glow up for his morning at nursery. Poking and prodding his head and fussing about him with a tub load of hair gel she proclaimed she felt sick about it.
Ronnie this is your chance to make your escape from Castle Greyskull. Pack Len into your back pack and take Hen along for the ride...
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Wiki is the pink button at the top for newbies.
Ronnie and Lennie don’t rhyme.
Sophie doesn’t have a second name she added Rose in her teens.
Although he’s probably not evening listening or comprehending to her to be fair. Also the poking at the hair is so, so strange.
