Oh thank you notSUBmissive and clarity seeker thanks for being so understanding
they just bring me out in a rage or disdain or empathy and its a strange and volatile mixture and sometimes i feel like it doesn't agree with me (to say the least)
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I love being part of tattle life and reading everyone's interesting contributions but sometimes i lack a filter and i'm almost embarrased to admit that they get to me but sometimes they do?
Its that grim sense of curiosity though gets me every time i shouldn't watch and yet...?
sometimes i just can't help myself?
Anyway thanks to all of you for not judging me and maybe sometimes i judge myself too harshly (simething to work on but there you go).
I think we can all totally relate to everything you’ve said
@Misbehaving
None of this is normal but it somehow works that we all enjoy this little community.
Maybe it’s because in real life, we are all decent people... empaths with decency and decorum and when people are rude, disrespectful or offensive in real life, we can’t call them out on it for fear of being abused or attacked for it.
Here, in this virtual sittingbroom we maybe feel that by discussing their antics, we’ve somehow created an awareness and hope they’ll mend their ways.
I don’t know....
It’s just nice that we can all chat and laugh together.
It’s an outlet which I think goes beyond the Swadderley’s.
It’s like all injustice around us in our daily lives gets filtered through their misgivings by us.
If I’ve had a bad day and I see them flouting rules or abusing their dogs or something, it’ll all come out in what I say on here.
A great barrage of emotion, gesticulating and finger pointing spills out.
I often wonder how we Tattlers would get on without the same common denominator which is the Swadderley’s.
If we met and had an afternoon together without the Swadderleys to bind our interests?
Maybe it wouldn’t work and we’d all just sit and stare at each other.
It’s a very strange dynamic.
Anyways....as for you saying you often lack a filter, I think we’ve all been there.
I’ve sworn on here once or twice when I don’t in the real world.
That in itself stayed with me for a few days. That I’d resorted to that through them.
I’ve also opened discussion on things which I maybe shouldn’t have but was on a rant at the time and couldn’t hold back.
Part of me definitely feels a negative energy throughout my day after having watched them continue with their lies etc.
They bring out emotions in me that no other souls can, and because of that I know I have to stop watching and coming here to comment.
It’s all such a waste of energy- like a bit of an addiction.
Seedy and shameful in a way.
It’s not something I’d openly share with loved ones.
They’d be mortified and wouldn’t understand at all.
Like I say, it would be much nicer to have a giggle with the lovely tattlers here without having the Swadderley’s involvement in any way but of course, that would never work.
It’s because of them that we’re all here.
Christmas/New Year was my cut off deadline.
I hope I’m strong enough to go cold turkey. (Very apt despite me being vegetarian.
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I have done cold turkey with alcohol, sugar, dairy, meat, and wheat products in my lifetime. Easy, peasy, lemon squeezy.
This one might be more difficult.
Hurrumph
Merry Christmas everyone. have a great day tomorrow! And thank you for the wit, insight, and genuine kindness everyone brings to this site!
Merry Christmas Corms.
Hope you have a lovely day.
So, my little Christmas gift to all you lovely Tattlers who’ve kept me giggling throughout this very strange year.
Wishing each and every one of you and your loved ones a gentle and peaceful Christmas and better New Year ahead.
Hugs to all.
(Socially distanced and sanitised, of course.)
🧑
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A Swadderley in Swaddling Clothes.
One day whilst out walking in ‘His London,’ Murk saw a bright light appear in front of him.
It was The Angel Carlitos who appeared in a puff of glitter and very articulately he told Murk to prepare himself, as a baby was to be born.
Angel Carlitos also revealed that HMRC was checking the people’s taxes and everyone had to go to Upper Norwood with their yearly accounts.
After a few months of utter panic swapping his money from one account to the other, and after feeding his donkey (Bratia) on Mamma’s spaghetti for strength, Murk, Virgin Julia and donkey Bratia set off through the city of Upper Norwood in search of somewhere to stay.
The donkey (Bratia) couldn’t help thinking about Virgin Julia being with child and wondered when she and Murk had ‘done the deed.’
Donkey Bratia was furious at the very thought.
Although Murk hadn’t sat astride his donkey-Bratia for some time, they were still very close.
Donkey was being a bit of a donkey about it, not realising that Julia was pure as the driven snow and that she’d not let smelly Murk anywhere near her. (Virgin Julia shuddered at the thought.)
Donkey-Bratia tried to throw poor Virgin Julia off and she brayed, kicked and bucked like a bronco.
Julia, being a great horsewoman (as she’d been trained well for Larkrise to Candleford) sat demurely upon Donkey-Bratia and laughed, and laughed, and laughed some more.
They did several doorstep challenges with inn keepers (mostly via zoom) and found that nobody could help them find a place to rest.
Innkeeper Fleur and Innkeeper Issy never even opened their doors when they heard the knock.
When they arrived at Innkeeper Teddy’s door he went to great lengths telling them long, drawn out stories about his youth.
Everyone yawned.
Donkey-Bratia made noises of interest and laughed when it wasn’t even funny.
Murk plied Innkeeper Teddy with high fat, high sugar foodstuffs to try to bribe him to let them stay. Being polite, Innkeeper Teddy took a bite or two and put the rest of the food down, only for Donkey-Bratia to scoff the lot in one go without coming up for air. Donkey-Bratia brayed on for ages afterwards as she was feeling guilty for stuffing her face, but she then caught sight of her image in the window of the inn and thought- “Actually, I’m a mighty fine, sexy and utterly gorgeous donkey.” (Despite her being an ass with a humungous ass.)
She took a selfie and uploaded to all her social media platforms.
... and then she farted, which made her laugh out loud in geezer fashion.
Eventually, they arrived at an inn where Old Lady Betty resided.
“There’s no room here for you. You will have to all go and stay with my mother and sister until the baby is at least a year old.”
With that, she shut the door!
Finally, Murk, Virgin Julia and Donkey-Bratia settled down for the night in the garden of Betty’s Mother’s house, under a shelter made of old Amazon boxes.
Angel-Carlitos caught the bus out of town to catch the shepherds, Maddie and Patrick, who were tending their sheep, (Toffee and Chichi) in the Park of Crystal Palace.
Angel-Carlitos told the shepherds to go see the special ‘ickle baby’ who was to be called Kiki-Bee.
They would find the baby by following the drone sent up by the subs, Ashley, Xander, Nicola Sinnott and Helen from South Africa.
The time came for the baby Kiki to be born and Virgin Julia lay on the cushions of a gifted garden lounger, let out a demure little cough and out popped the beautiful child.
Right there on the floor.
No gas and air nor nuthin’!
(It was all very dignified.)
Murk immediately left and went on an Inn crawl to get pi*sed.
He kicked the donkey-Bratia three times on leaving, just because he could.
The shepherds, Patrick and Maddie arrived with 67 other friends without masks or social distancing.
They passed round a bottle of Cider whilst Shepherd Maddie sang a lament.
As Bratia- donkey cried fake tears,
the shepherds and their friends passed round a celebratory spliff.
Sheep -Toffee and Chichi both did shits of shock.
Baby Kiki smiled but pulled her swaddling hoodie around her and held up a sign saying : “Please, no publicity.”
Donkey-Bratia took some photos and vlogged it all anyway.
Three wise men then arrived, bearing gifts.
Wiseman 1/ Dina, brought an Art.by.box- the finest ever seen. (Retails at £34.99)
Wiseman 2/ Lisa, built a fine throne upcycled with cartoon fabric and silver spray paint and ...
Wiseman 3/ Nanny Di, carried bags filled with freebie Winch-more Hill clothes and the latest Ninja fryer.
This Wiseman (Nanny Di) was adorned in many layers of cardigans and silken scarves around and about her.
She was wise beyond belief as she’d read many, many books.
All the while, everything was captured on their i-phones and when Murk recovered from his mighty hangover he worked really, really, really hard (as he’s everso clever,) and edited it all into a Vlog.
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Many years later, Angel-Carlitos revealed that Virgin Julia had planned all along to give baby Kiki her chance to shine, and so it was SHE who was born on Christmas Day and SHE who became Golden Child.
Any stories of anyone else being born on Christmas Day was a BIG FAT LIE.
Baby Kiki grew up working for youtube in the ‘strikes’ department.
She married a gentle, handsome, humble artist and they lived in a beautiful cottage near a beach in Cornwall.
In her spare time she liked to bake exquisite cakes for which she won many awards and she became an ambassador for the RSPCA.
(Donkey kicked and brayed at the injustice as she was the one who pines to provide donkey rides on a beach in Cornwall where customers would feed her buns all day long.
Donkey, instead ended up having to live in an inner city Sanctuary for demented and difficult donkeys.)
THE END
if Peter isn't a Tattler he ought to be...
Ok The DM bar of shame is nothing to be proud of, but she should be being shamed in a correct way i.e UNACCEPTABLE behaviour projected to the public.
