Mrs Hinch #490 Sopha dear you have no clue, time to get back to pining the loo
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Wednesday began with some ads, and another opportunity to show that ‘Ronnie’ had drawn on the furniture. We all know it was really Sophie, as Ronnie isn’t allowed anywhere near the coffME table or crayons.
The bathroom full of Teschooo ads was needed to get a few ££ in the bank to fund her latest haul of useless impulse buys - an umbrella stand and a shoe horn for the boot room. Can’t wait to see how long they last without being caked in mud or chewed by rodents.
Jamie was treated to a pair of Amazon wellies, which are such a big change from flip flops that he’s forgotten how to walk properly. Hopefully these wellies are just for ‘tend countryside life, because they aren’t going to withstand anything more than that.
Despite promising to take the new bargs to the ‘tend farmhouse and show the shoppers, Soph only managed to remember to show off the latest creation from Weeping Gepetto’s Workshop - another slow feeder for ‘the boys’. Santa needs to check where his elves are as the speed Weepy is building these things is nothing short of a Christmas Miracle.
Theoversized bird table hay feeder doesn’t appear to have been treated or weatherproofed, so the alpacas may just eat the feeder rather than the hay…
50 shades of mushroom paint samples (hint hint freebies) and a staged Mummaz and boys photo with a plagiarised quote, and all that was left to do was put Henry to bed. Poor dog has no clue what’s going on any more, one minute he’s locked up in Guantanamo Grey and the next he’s in a hi-vis on a ‘tend farm.
He’s going to be even more confused when the three Hinch boys of the alpacalypse arrive.
TL;DR - Soph’s still boring as ever.
Fiddle / mad ma / Freda - Sophie’s mum
Weeping Al / tiny tears / Gepetto - Sophie’s dad
Inch / Janine / James / Jimbobnojobtinyknob - Jamie
Veruca Salt - Sophie
SS - Stacey, Soph’s ‘tend friend and chief troll
Crunky snacks - what we apparently eat
Ronnie and Lennie don’t rhyme
Winning thread title by @BunnyBoo0102
Winning thread titles taken from page 30 onwards
Keep them short and sweet, and swear-free
Wiki is the pink button at the top for newbies
Wednesday began with some ads, and another opportunity to show that ‘Ronnie’ had drawn on the furniture. We all know it was really Sophie, as Ronnie isn’t allowed anywhere near the coffME table or crayons.
The bathroom full of Teschooo ads was needed to get a few ££ in the bank to fund her latest haul of useless impulse buys - an umbrella stand and a shoe horn for the boot room. Can’t wait to see how long they last without being caked in mud or chewed by rodents.
Jamie was treated to a pair of Amazon wellies, which are such a big change from flip flops that he’s forgotten how to walk properly. Hopefully these wellies are just for ‘tend countryside life, because they aren’t going to withstand anything more than that.
Despite promising to take the new bargs to the ‘tend farmhouse and show the shoppers, Soph only managed to remember to show off the latest creation from Weeping Gepetto’s Workshop - another slow feeder for ‘the boys’. Santa needs to check where his elves are as the speed Weepy is building these things is nothing short of a Christmas Miracle.
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50 shades of mushroom paint samples (hint hint freebies) and a staged Mummaz and boys photo with a plagiarised quote, and all that was left to do was put Henry to bed. Poor dog has no clue what’s going on any more, one minute he’s locked up in Guantanamo Grey and the next he’s in a hi-vis on a ‘tend farm.
He’s going to be even more confused when the three Hinch boys of the alpacalypse arrive.
TL;DR - Soph’s still boring as ever.
Fiddle / mad ma / Freda - Sophie’s mum
Weeping Al / tiny tears / Gepetto - Sophie’s dad
Inch / Janine / James / Jimbobnojobtinyknob - Jamie
Veruca Salt - Sophie
SS - Stacey, Soph’s ‘tend friend and chief troll
Crunky snacks - what we apparently eat
Ronnie and Lennie don’t rhyme
