I have visions of the sheep in the even remotest vicinity of Essex quickly phoning around trying to arrange a party and child care all in the desperate hope that Stacey and Joe deign to come and join them.
‘Hun, did you see Stacey’s Insta? Yeah, she’s looking for a party, well I’m having a party aren’t I? What do you mean am I? Course I am, I told you I was thinking about it, anyway, so can you come over? Well now! Drop your kids at my mum’s, she won’t mind, she loves kids. Well, yes, everyone else is and yes, I know fourteen odd children is a lot but she used to be Brown Owl so she’ll be fine. Make sure you dress up and can you nip to Asda and get some party bits on your way?! I’ve got Dave’s brother with the mobile disco coming over too, yeah the one who did Sharon’s wedding. Well I know, yes it was unfortunate but it didn’t really ruin the whole day did it? She always exaggerates. Anyway, I’ll message Stacey and I’m asking everyone else to message her to with my address as well and then we’ll just wait for her and Joe to come…’
4 HOURS LATER
‘No Mum, she still didn’t get back to me. No, I know, she’s probably busy. Yes, they’ll be over for their kids now, ok, I’m sorry, no I didn’t want to give you another nervous breakdown, I know, I know, you’ve never been the same since Brownie camp 2018, ok, ok, they’re coming, well most of them, Debs is on her fourth bottle of Lambrini so she might not make it but the rest, yes. No, of course I’m not angry with Stacey, she probably just didn’t see the message that’s all, she wouldn’t let us down on purpose, we’re her Insta-family, she loves us remember, she always tells us so…’
Sad thing is, it’s probably true!
is she for real? 
