I don’t think a lot of people read the accompanying drivel. They just look at the picturesI can’t cope with Grabecca salt this weekend. How on earth can we see it but 94k others can’t!
Best sum up everrrrrrGoodbye for now then Grabs
Just like the petulant Donald Trump stamping his feet and shouting “lies” as he bowed out of the presidential election campaign without a scrap of dignity, we have all witnessed first hand an angry and bitter, defeated Grabby ungracious as ever, coping with the news that she {and Millions of others} didn’t want to hear...and we all jolly well know she won’t adhere to.
My heart hurts for anybody who has been told they are not allowed to see family on Christmas Day - yes even Grabby.....a tiny bit....maybe, I think? It’s a tricky one isn’t it?
I’m sure we can all think of a time we saw someone on Insta and felt a slight pang of inferiority that left us feeling a bit tit about ourselves....maybe it was the time that consecutive holiday dwelling “influencer” went to the Maldives/Cotswolds/Caribbean/USA/Oz/NYC {delete as appropriate} where you’ve always wanted to go, but couldn’t justify the expense..? So you just scrolled on past the #holidayspam and carried on your day in the Office.
Maybe it was the time that InstaMumHun bragged about how wonderful Motherhood was alongside a dreamy pregnancy, textbook home birth and relatively straight forward breastfeeding journey - and still found time to make chia-courgette-oats every day and green smoothies - whilst you felt Mumshamed for struggling through pregnancy/birth/breastfeeding and living on bowls of Frosties? So you’d scroll on past, take a deep breath and carry on your day....
OR perhaps it was the time that Lifestyle Blogger in her dreamy home who protested how much she adored her husband and family at every opportunity was the one who made your Christmas feel a bit like tit because it’s not in fact, the most wonderful time of the year....? So you’d scroll on past the grinning, staged tree photos, take a big swig of your extra large glass of Merlot and carry on....
I am very lucky to live oop North where we are still allowed to have a small bubble on Xmas day.I am sure she will be spitting feathers that she can’t show off all of the McMuffin family fun in her usual ‘my family is 10x better than yours’ fashion.
Happy Mumma ????? Surely????I am very lucky to live oop North where we are still allowed to have a small bubble on Xmas day.
To celebrate this I will take a photo and have it put on a cheap looking tote bag with the word HAPPY on it and gift it to grabs.
For a woman that bleats on about mental health, maybe she should take this time “soaking it alllll up” to have a long hard look in the mirror at the impact her social media channel may have on other people’s mental health....Goodbye for now then Grabs
Just like the petulant Donald Trump stamping his feet and shouting “lies” as he bowed out of the presidential election campaign without a scrap of dignity, we have all witnessed first hand an angry and bitter, defeated Grabby ungracious as ever, coping with the news that she {and Millions of others} didn’t want to hear...and we all jolly well know she won’t adhere to.
My heart hurts for anybody who has been told they are not allowed to see family on Christmas Day - yes even Grabby.....a tiny bit....maybe, I think? It’s a tricky one isn’t it?
I’m sure we can all think of a time we saw someone on Insta and felt a slight pang of inferiority that left us feeling a bit tit about ourselves....maybe it was the time that consecutive holiday dwelling “influencer” went to the Maldives/Cotswolds/Caribbean/USA/Oz/NYC {delete as appropriate} where you’ve always wanted to go, but couldn’t justify the expense..? So you just scrolled on past the #holidayspam and carried on your day in the Office.
Maybe it was the time that InstaMumHun bragged about how wonderful Motherhood was alongside a dreamy pregnancy, textbook home birth and relatively straight forward breastfeeding journey - and still found time to make chia-courgette-oats every day and green smoothies - whilst you felt Mumshamed for struggling through pregnancy/birth/breastfeeding and living on bowls of Frosties? So you’d scroll on past, take a deep breath and carry on your day....
OR perhaps it was the time that Lifestyle Blogger in her dreamy home who protested how much she adored her husband and family at every opportunity was the one who made your Christmas feel a bit like tit because it’s not in fact, the most wonderful time of the year....? So you’d scroll on past the grinning, staged tree photos, take a big swig of your extra large glass of Merlot and carry on....
Hi and welcome x I have a second insta too so that I can spy on her I think several of us do.Long time reader on here. She's annoyed too much to not come on here and rant!! She's blocked me so I made another insta to spy. I don't know why I bothered because its the same boring crap, unedible food, boring toddler updates that nobody asked for. You'd think she was the only person to have a baby the way she carries on. Imagine being that tone deaf that admitting that watching happy families affects your mental health? Throwing her toys out of the pram because she'll have useless content.
so funny. Shes the gift that keeps on giving. I'm only up the road from her, she seriously gives me second hand embarrassment. Such an old fogey at such a young age.Hi and welcome x I have a second insta too so that I can spy on her I think several of us do.
Is that when travelling to Italy was OK because Grabs was comfortable with it?Just read that in September a U.K. citizen took the new strain of the virus over to Italy.... Grabby was that you?! Not just sharing wanderlust but sharing Covid too
And the issue was apparently people drinking in pubs.Is that when travelling to Italy was OK because Grabs was comfortable with it?
Things that are ok:Is that when travelling to Italy was OK because Grabs was comfortable with it?
Ooh, you can be the “spy in the camp then”??so funny. Shes the gift that keeps on giving. I'm only up the road from her, she seriously gives me second hand embarrassment. Such an old fogey at such a young age.