She's full of
The real meaning of her latest bs is this : "guys, I've got my extension, my loft ladder, my gonks, my carpets, my sofas, my dishwasher, my garage floor (still bugs me that I had to pay for my extension and loft ladder myself, but never mind), my hoovers, all manner of other items, including the final thing I coveted - my fireplace and expensive fire for free! I've got money galore stashed in the bank, so I don't really need any of you desperado's any more. Soz huns. I'll post now and again to fulfill my contractual obligations, but then I'm off. I've collected a couple of mediocre celeb friends along the way, so I don't need you plebs any more. Running out of content, if I'm honest. I don't even hinch any more, got a cleaner to do it for me and I can't film her, can I? I'm terrified Snapchat will pull my Gretchen filter, too. Notice I've accidentally let slip and now you all know that I was lying about having anxiety? I admitted on my stories that I never used to feel anxious. Oops
So, see ya! All the best (ATB, when you know, you know). Soph x