Mrs Hinch #598 Little Soph Peep is losing her sheep & doesn't know if she'll ever find them!
Thank you
@NordieGal for the thread title. As always, mark any suggestions with "thread suggestion". Keep them fairly short and swear free.
Well, the last thread began in the middle of a sympathy rant about trolling. Shortly after the thread was posted, the story disappeared. Soph posted a roller rant about how Instagram removed it (
) asking if she was thick or something (we didn't say it....)
Aside from the attempts to draw some sympathy...
She cleaned an already clean hob, showed us how little she reads to Ron, and showed us how she loves to dress her kids as cute as she can for as long as possible. Oh wait, that only applies when she wants to sell her #admyownrange Tescho shite. Ron's wardrobe was full of the usual mini-roadman get up.
She had time to bake a few cakes using a packet mix - something mentioned on a thread here a short while ago. Funny that, because she hasn't read Tattle since Leif Eriksson was the first European to arrive in North America.
On Wednesday she showed us her amazing DIY skills when she chose to make a start on Ron's Nativity costume. Did you know he's going to be a chicken? Between the super-glueing marigolds to "old" but very clean white pumps, and using a professional fabric dye to paint them yellow, it's a toss up as to which is the bigger fuck up.
Gepetto was let loose inside the house with a saw, a la Leatherface - no I'm joking, there was no massacre, unless you count good design.
Soph decided she needs a stable door because she doesn't have a real life stable. Naturally, Al obliged and chopped one of the doors in half. Continuing the running theme of D.I.Why, he also attached a small shelf to the lower door.
Then off she went to bed at 7pm with a picture of the log burner to give the sheep warm thoughts when they can't afford heating anymore.
She returned from her day off to acknowledge Remembrance Day on Friday. But the only tradition she kept was the tradition of forgetting about traditions. No #gifted Remembrance pjs and poppy spreads this year.
Because life is cheap to Soph, once acknowledging the sacrifices made was ticked off, it was back to the ads and brags.
She's been to the garden centre and gave a sneak peek at what will basically be bought and re-arranged at Not-A-Farm.
Alpaca sleeping on the lawn content [insert witty comment here if it's not become too boring now]
Dogpie dropped a quick ad for Fairy in - did you know you can keep buying premium cost branded products but wash up in cold water to save money?
She whipped out another packet cake mix to bake with Roadman Ron. The claw was never far away, Ron wasn't even allowed to pour the water or put the icing on the cakes himself.
Who says Lon is the golden boy? Because I'll tell you what, he only ruined the trip to the garden centre by screaming! Those lovely ladies having their tea and scones didn't mind though, they are some of her followers! Of course they are! Of course they said "don't worry Soph, you got this!" No 3 ladies tutting at her this time round.
And as well all know, this was all set up so she could show off and brag about how she spent upwards of £600 on baubles. Yes. That's the conservative estimate. Still relatable old Soph from the little village of Maldon though!
Sophie Sofa Rose Dogpie Dolphin Hinch the Grinch has money burning a hole in her snit suit.
Jimmers needs to retrieve his baubles from the tree.
FredaYahoo doesn't like the silver baubles but found the green ones. Does she have Jimmy's in her pink purse?