Poppys got saggier tits than my Nan and she’s been dead 3 year
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Recap.
Poppy has spent about 6 hours in her holiday home in Scotland, whereby she had her mum there the majority of the time.
She still is vague booking about her partner, which we have come to know as one of the following - Claire Balding, Shirley from Eastenders, or simply ring fingers on account of her partners absolutely stunningly shite jewellery selection.
Poppy has odd bad mental health days (like 99% of the population) and her solution is to cry down the phone to said partner who then acquiesces to her whims and provides her food or flowers or a minge rub every single time. Poppy also claims to go on walks on those days but not one of them has been captured.
Poppy is still wearing the minty bra of sag to hold her (totally not) H cup boobs in. Legend has it that the smell travels across to the continent.
As always, Poppys life revolves around the plethora of food at her disposal.
The Love shed is a little old place where, we can……..(tattle should fill in the blank 
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