I have a friend who lives in a very grammable row of houses in west London. She often gets back home from work to find there's an ENTIRE photo crew (tripods, lights and the like) standing on the pavement by her gate and a millennial girl posing right in front of her door (PAST her gate), casually "coming down the stairs" flicking hair, as if she lived there or something. She says it is so frequent and she's so lost for words that she merely sighs loudly and pushes past to get inside the house. It's worse now that the wisteria is in bloom, and apparently lockdown didn't stop these women - they are just making do without the crew and bringing their boyfriends to take the photos instead.
RVK Loves #13 she’s not fake, she’s faux, can’t stick to lockdown though.
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The sense of entitlement is unreal!
probably but the traffic in Berko is horrendous and shehas a huge Sainsbury’s a stones throw from her house. Unfortunately for Grabby she can’t afford Berkhamsted so she takes photos of strangers front doors. How cringe.
I presume she goes there to take photos
(or stories ) of herself pushing a trolley and pushchair in Waitrose for some bizarre reason.
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I find her references to the weather so incredibly annoying. They are in every single post. Oh the sun is shining isn’t life great. Oh the sun makes everything better. Oh glorious sunshine walks. On and on and on.
I totally get we have such changeable weather and yes it’s pretty nice when it’s sunny, but her obsessive droning on and her low moods when it’s cloudy etc I just find so irritating. She’s so basic sunny = happy and rainy = depressed
I totally get we have such changeable weather and yes it’s pretty nice when it’s sunny, but her obsessive droning on and her low moods when it’s cloudy etc I just find so irritating. She’s so basic sunny = happy and rainy = depressed
That trollie/pram push/pull post was so weird and the epitome of 'is she on the spectrum?'-ness
Why, why, WHY did she not just put the child in the seat in the trollie? Or at worst use a sling? It's just the weirdest thing ever. And then she posted her epiphany like other mums have been waiting all this time for SOMEONE to answer the eternal 'how do I bring a baby to a supermarket?' Questions and that the answer is OF COURSE to use a pushchair AND a trollie and push one while pulling the other (whilst stopping to take photos of yourself which I'm sure was in no way irritating to other shoppers)
Shes just such an odd person!
Said it before but I am sure she lives in an Enid Blyton novel. This weekend will be yummy jam sandwiches with lashings of lemonade surrounded by union jack bunting. Then bike rides through the meadows.....near the m25.
Today I have my first day off in 6 weeks of working 11 hour days, its cloudy where I am but I am grateful...that's a real life novel
Today I have my first day off in 6 weeks of working 11 hour days, its cloudy where I am but I am grateful...that's a real life novel
She has very little else to say.
Haha love this, so true! Her next kid will be called Julian (or Fanny or Dick) and I bet she tries to talk with phrases like 'ooh I say' and 'we ought to buy some more ginger beer oughtn't we, my dear darling Benpecked'. She's also going to teach Freya and any future daughters to be stay at home housewives I bet.Said it before but I am sure she lives in an Enid Blyton novel. This weekend will be yummy jam sandwiches with lashings of lemonade surrounded by union jack bunting. Then bike rides through the meadows.....near the m25.
Today I have my first day off in 6 weeks of working 11 hour days, its cloudy where I am but I am grateful...that's a real life novel
Ps enjoy your day off!
Its just so bloody incoherent! To say she's been blogging for a while and companies actually pay her to write words about their products really shows how little companies actually care. They just chuck free stuff at people with a large following without considering that they might be completely bloody illiterate. She has no concept of prose or grammar and I feel like my brain has to take a breath every time I read a sentence of hers!
Maybe he has 10x more toes than everybody else’s husbands?
I just love Yorkshire!
Furthest North she's ever been is Norfolk.
She’s just a toothy rat. No brains at all.
This plus the “urgent feed” on the dirty steps in M&S are the oddest thing she’s done since having Freya. Well, that and the fact that she felt the need to share them with us!!
I think being about as deep as a puddle (on a rainy day) is due to a total lack of personality.
The weather is usually what one talks about when stuck for something to say or when there’s little else to say.
Totally, my mum is extremely socially awkward and talks about the weather constantly, as she struggles to find things to say.
Ooh posing on a a bike content. Thrills a go go.