So tonight I unfollowed the Grinch. She just really took the piss with me today. First emptying the washing machine quietly as her two boys were sleeping, Jesus Christ one is a dog who sleeps all day because you don't walk him anymore you lazybitch.
Secondly the staged photo of Ronnie making such a mess eating, that was not a mess, that was a couple of your scraps scattered on his tray while the only thing he has ate was probably porridge.
Thirdly the tiny little shoe mark on the step, what would she make of my cream tiles after my two dogs came in from digging, brown paw prints everywhere.
Fourthly, I haven't been myself for 3 weeks because handsomes Henry my entire life is going for anesthetic tomorrow. Fuck off, I have two dogs, who are a big part of my life, Ive had 4 miscarriages in just over a year so give up on trying to have kids so just have the dogs. You have a son, you should be spending the day with him instead of in a vet waiting area shopping on eBay.
And last but not least, begging for a new patio set, you probably broke your own yourself because you need a new one for the gram come summer. My husband and I work flat out, moved into our home two years ago and still saving for a patio and a garage we don't have any companies wanting to gift us shit, we've actually to work for everything we want.
P.s Mrs Hinch, bond with your human son, you have no idea how lucky you are to have him, instead you'd rather shine your sink instead of bonding with him. Read with him, take him for walks, buy him colourful toys. He'll grow up too soon and have no connection with you whatsoever.
So when your Hinch army is dead and gone you'll be left with nothing but Dave the duster and Elvis the elbow grease.
Have a nice life you fucktard!!!!!
*putting head down and scrolling like a madwoman*
she grates on me major big time
