Mrs Hinch #561 Shredded wheat bedding.....to try and beat SS's wedding
Congratulations to our thread title winner @MrsHinchBarmyArmy
Thursday was a day off. Bore off more like.
Friday we had a not-taken-today photo of FatDog gazing longingly out at the over-grazed yellowing wasteland. The Vulva drive is being laid (Fiddle leave Jimbob alone!) so he's restricted to indoors. But that's nothing new is it?
It was off to sweaty soft play. Jimbob needs to stop skipping leg day, because he's starting to look a lot like a beanbag propped up by hosepipes.
Ron put his foot in it by appearing to speak perfickly well to his dad. The camera quickly cut off, lies lies lies Sopha.
Back to not-a-farm to view the latest fine woodworking from Gepettos sweat shop - a pallet. I mean, a rad cover. Apparently. Who knows.
And mismatched panelling and awful sliding doors. Glimpse of the brick schlipped entrance to the kitchen too. Her interior style can be summed up as "Inspired by Pinterest and having too much money but no creativity" chic.
And then it was time to gather those crunky snacks, 10L cokes and wait for the UK hen party of tend bff.
Only that was a total washout. It went eerily quiet for hours until finally a story as proof she was there.
Speculation was rife until Saturday morning when it was concluded that she must have turned up late and she doesn't feature in any photo yet seen.
Soph began Saturday snogging the dog on the bed while Jamie parented.
Off to not-a-farm to pick the apples.
Bingo's were claimed on fake grass carpet for the playroom. Soph subtle-as-a-brick strikes again.
The poor ww's were trapped on scorching AstroTurf in the only snippet of shade they have.
Finally, it was the long awaited Ron's room reveal. 10k mural and all. I say and all, there wasn't much else in there other than sparse furniture and 5 books. All for the 'gram as usual.
Wiki is pink button at top.
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Short and sweet, no swears please!
Congratulations to our thread title winner @MrsHinchBarmyArmy
Thursday was a day off. Bore off more like.
Friday we had a not-taken-today photo of FatDog gazing longingly out at the over-grazed yellowing wasteland. The Vulva drive is being laid (Fiddle leave Jimbob alone!) so he's restricted to indoors. But that's nothing new is it?
It was off to sweaty soft play. Jimbob needs to stop skipping leg day, because he's starting to look a lot like a beanbag propped up by hosepipes.
Ron put his foot in it by appearing to speak perfickly well to his dad. The camera quickly cut off, lies lies lies Sopha.
Back to not-a-farm to view the latest fine woodworking from Gepettos sweat shop - a pallet. I mean, a rad cover. Apparently. Who knows.
And mismatched panelling and awful sliding doors. Glimpse of the brick schlipped entrance to the kitchen too. Her interior style can be summed up as "Inspired by Pinterest and having too much money but no creativity" chic.
And then it was time to gather those crunky snacks, 10L cokes and wait for the UK hen party of tend bff.
Only that was a total washout. It went eerily quiet for hours until finally a story as proof she was there.
Speculation was rife until Saturday morning when it was concluded that she must have turned up late and she doesn't feature in any photo yet seen.
Soph began Saturday snogging the dog on the bed while Jamie parented.
Off to not-a-farm to pick the apples.
Bingo's were claimed on fake grass carpet for the playroom. Soph subtle-as-a-brick strikes again.
The poor ww's were trapped on scorching AstroTurf in the only snippet of shade they have.
Finally, it was the long awaited Ron's room reveal. 10k mural and all. I say and all, there wasn't much else in there other than sparse furniture and 5 books. All for the 'gram as usual.
Wiki is pink button at top.
Thread suggestions from pg 30 onwards, marked with "thread suggestion"
Short and sweet, no swears please!