She was able to buy some "friends".....only they all had the same name, Patreon!
But then she found her FAVORITE. It was the Parrrfect friend!!! Young, stupid, and quite homely....
And low and behold.....
It only had ONE NUT....so....
Her new friend
You little beauty
And ….
Initially after getting to grips with her phone
traction on YouTube wasent great - her friends were getting antsy about the constant blogging . Then reading
hello she saw there was to be a new show on TV on a little known channel in the UK
. British owners of chateau s and surving in France
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She applied straight away - She was an parrrfect candidate.
Ditzy enough to appear funny and was blessed with the ability to waffle bullshit ….. after 40 was still alone - this could be her ticket
to tinder
With the right amount of PR - she might be considered a catch !!
Until………
Until...
Several suitors appeared at the Chateau. Some were rich, some were just eager!
Hiding in the wings,mother kept a beady eye on proceedings.
What was the point of having a daughter? let's face it she didn't want one in the first place. She gave in one day and produced a Princess, never to be repeated again! Now she had to think.
Her older years weren't getting any easier- yes, there was the SA bolthole, a few other properties which brought in income, but these had to be maintained.
She watched in despair as her daughter was going through suitors like a French dog on a Chicken coop.
Nope, Isabelle, had to look out for herself, she couldn't rely on Stephanie (the ungrateful) to look out for her.
Turning on the charm, she bewitched the viewers on Stephs YouTube, she played her part to perfection and had even managed to snaffle her own wealthy suitor. Now don't get me wrong Reader's, Mother had her own money, what was hers after all was hers. She could see Stephanie, pissing it all down the unfinished loo, and she needed to move on. Before she did, she made sure her income was secured(after all she was also a star) her apartment was sorted with only the best Italian Marble, the best appliances. Yes, she thought, there would be one corner of this Godforsaken place that was warm.
She had long suspected Philip. She could see how desperate her daughter had become. No profit in this one she thought. I'll leave her to her own devices. The only consolation was that it wasn't Dulmar. She shuddered at the thought of old age in a camper van. Looking on Tattle she planted a few Easter eggs, just to keep up the momentum. Maybe her daughter would eventually take notice. Packed her bags and flew to warmer climes.
She's your problem now. She sent emails to Potts and Baghead and smiled to herself.
And then...