Mrs Hinch #536 Bots and huns, bots and huns, put them on your credit card, bots and huns 
Winning thread title by @Wize Owl and her amazing song!
Thread suggestions taken from page 30 onwards and can’t contain swears.
Three and a half looooong days since the last new thread.
Creeping Jimmy snuck up on Soph hiding behind a stuffed alpaca (no, not one full of pre-cut carrots), which led nicely into an undeclared ad for her blank notebook.
Soph then shared a groundbreaking idea of reusing glass jars to store things in! If that makes sense? I don’t know about anyone else, but she’s changed my life if I’m honest 🥲
Raymond alpaca got told off for eating the garden. Naughty boy Raymond, you’re only allowed to eat what Mummaz gives you.
Anyone would think Ray’s an animal with a natural grazing instinct
Wednesday saw Ronnie and Lonnie break free from their grey, panelled prisons and get some sea air. Thankfully Abbie was there, Ron seems to really love her
Soph then proved yet again that she has no clue how to prep for a family day out, by wasting money on a boot organiser and filling it with water and snacks that will get lovely and warm…. It felt very much like a sneaky ad for either Shein or the first aid kit company.
On Thursday the Hinchliffes were papped at the prom by a tattler! Thankfully the boys’ faces are so instantly recognisable, which means it was easy to notice them!
Soph seemed to be in skinny jeans and a properly fitting top, not a massive tracksuit, so no one would have realised it was her.
On Friday Soph made a weird Easter platter to try and stay relatable, before showing off new shutters, the almost-complete dog wash, and the beginnings of the new kitchen.
Last night she was at Llama Lodge with Henry, then back on the stinky sofa at Greyskull for a Gretel rant about how everyone else has lovely Easter tables and she doesn’t have the time.
Poor Sophie. She’s rushed off her size 5 footz being such a great, hands on mum, while holding down a busy job, then cooking lovely meals for her family! Oh… wait…
This morning she fucked up easter bunnies, and then went for the sympathy vote with a photo of bruising on her leg. We have no idea what this is building up to, or trying to deflect from, but it’s bound to be big for her to show some skin that’s not her shoulder.
ASA link to report undeclared ads and filtered make up ads
Make a complaint
If you’re new around here, please read the wiki
Mrs Hinch
and thread #500
Mrs Hinch #500 Sophie Hinchliffe: This is Me; Life in Lists (of Lies) - The Tattle Truths
Fiddle is Soph’s mum.
Weepy Al is Soph’s dad.
Inch and Janine is Jamie (please read the wiki).
Jamie is short for James.
Ronnie and Lennie don’t rhyme.
Hinch Farm is not a farm.
Plagiarism is the practice of taking someone else's work or ideas and passing them off as one's own.
Sorry seems to be the hardest word.
Winning thread title by @Wize Owl and her amazing song!
Thread suggestions taken from page 30 onwards and can’t contain swears.
Three and a half looooong days since the last new thread.
Creeping Jimmy snuck up on Soph hiding behind a stuffed alpaca (no, not one full of pre-cut carrots), which led nicely into an undeclared ad for her blank notebook.
Soph then shared a groundbreaking idea of reusing glass jars to store things in! If that makes sense? I don’t know about anyone else, but she’s changed my life if I’m honest 🥲
Raymond alpaca got told off for eating the garden. Naughty boy Raymond, you’re only allowed to eat what Mummaz gives you.
Anyone would think Ray’s an animal with a natural grazing instinct
Wednesday saw Ronnie and Lonnie break free from their grey, panelled prisons and get some sea air. Thankfully Abbie was there, Ron seems to really love her
Soph then proved yet again that she has no clue how to prep for a family day out, by wasting money on a boot organiser and filling it with water and snacks that will get lovely and warm…. It felt very much like a sneaky ad for either Shein or the first aid kit company.
On Thursday the Hinchliffes were papped at the prom by a tattler! Thankfully the boys’ faces are so instantly recognisable, which means it was easy to notice them!
Soph seemed to be in skinny jeans and a properly fitting top, not a massive tracksuit, so no one would have realised it was her.
On Friday Soph made a weird Easter platter to try and stay relatable, before showing off new shutters, the almost-complete dog wash, and the beginnings of the new kitchen.
Last night she was at Llama Lodge with Henry, then back on the stinky sofa at Greyskull for a Gretel rant about how everyone else has lovely Easter tables and she doesn’t have the time.
Poor Sophie. She’s rushed off her size 5 footz being such a great, hands on mum, while holding down a busy job, then cooking lovely meals for her family! Oh… wait…
This morning she fucked up easter bunnies, and then went for the sympathy vote with a photo of bruising on her leg. We have no idea what this is building up to, or trying to deflect from, but it’s bound to be big for her to show some skin that’s not her shoulder.
ASA link to report undeclared ads and filtered make up ads
Make a complaint
If you’re new around here, please read the wiki
Mrs Hinch
and thread #500
Mrs Hinch #500 Sophie Hinchliffe: This is Me; Life in Lists (of Lies) - The Tattle Truths
Fiddle is Soph’s mum.
Weepy Al is Soph’s dad.
Inch and Janine is Jamie (please read the wiki).
Jamie is short for James.
Ronnie and Lennie don’t rhyme.
Hinch Farm is not a farm.
Plagiarism is the practice of taking someone else's work or ideas and passing them off as one's own.
Sorry seems to be the hardest word.
I've been singing it for days 
she looks ridiculous when she filters her nose, to be fair I wouldn’t recognise her in the street, I would only know it was her by her children
and Rex bsking simple Sheep cupcakes, poor Ronnie
(The Remix) 
