I’m not sure I’ve got much more of the sodding house move in me. She’s such a drama queen. I’m a bit of an ice maiden but I cry at funerals, not at giving my home to a family member. It wasn’t even a nice home with all the tasteless grey decor.
The staged questions remind me of people that post pictures of their kids’ school reports on FB so you can read the teachers’ comments. She has no innate modesty whatsoever, she just can’t help bragging. Who cares what you’ve bought? It’s all a complete mishmash of crap, any fool can do that. It will be a sad day when my personal worth is judged by reference to my shopping.
I’m feeling a little hot and tired after a long day at work so perhaps a little uncharitable …but it amuses me that Sophie and her sheeples are not exactly literate. Their spelling and grammar is dreadful. Perhaps a little less time telling people that they’re fat and mean, and a little more time with a dictionary is needed. Tattlers are a well educated group but hey, that doesn’t fit Sophie’s stupid troll narrative.
I’m off on the Caledonian sleeper train tomorrow night. With my kids and without my husband or parents, yanno, like normal people do. Obviously I’ll be taking my Zoflora to hinch the cabin and a pointless candle and plastic plant on a tray. And a lot of crunky snacks and fat coke. Oi oi.