Great points!
Here is a few more notes about the latest vlog entry:
Fanny pops in to the guests eating breakfast so she can exploit their presence for her vlog. She works so hard, y’all. She put jam in a container and brought it to the table. She must have had the vapors after all that work.
Pavlina will do lots of work for her, not just gardening, Fanny has to write off any payment with Patreon, so she professes that Pavlina will be the new gardener. What does she do in addition to gardening: repair/refinish furniture, cooking, cleaning, and everything else Fanny desires. The daily countdown to La Lande burn out for Pavlina begins today and Fanny’s full fledged exploitation of Pavlina begins in earnest.
Fanny, looking more and more like the porcelain fondler’s mother (or he the assigned handler of the erratic shittylaine), painting the molding. Claire noted before that Fanny only painted when the camera was rolling. I think Clair is right. It looks like Phi Phi did the majority of the painting accomplished that day. How weird is it that Fanny has to interject thought about her father into the painting scenes with remarks like “my father used to put paint on my nose while he was painting.” She is so manipulative. Father reference #1 in the video to tug at the heartstrings. Poor little orphan Fanny.
As usual, Fanny had to create a fake sense of urgency to paint the molding, such urgency that she cannot even wait 30 minutes for her foiled hair to process, and instead must rush across the courtyard to paint for 10 minutes. What a load of crap! She only likes to be wheeled around on top of the scaffolding. She then proclaims that she and the fondler will be painting for 2 days..... Phi Phi may be painting for 2 days, Fanny for 45 minutes.
Then Fanny has to exploit the “cuz” yet again with a lingering shot of him carrying lumber across the courtyard. Did you hear the comment cuz made to Fanny in the courtyard? Fanny says, “See you have a new mobile portable workshop.” Amaury’s response, “All the money that you spent I could have just worked outside.” And that comment sums of Fanny’s financial acument in one sentence. At least he is being fed better.
Note that Nic the tree surgeon had on jeans, work shoes, gloves, sunglasses (eye protection), and a helmet with a face shield while driving the mini digger. He wasn’t sqealing wheeeeee! as he drove the digger and wasn’t lurching along with a china mugful of hot tea on the floorboards.
Compare to Fanny: in her pajamas and slippers, no gloves, no eye protection or helmet, uncertain of the identity or usage of the controls on the digger, who would be gleefully lurching along the uneven soil with a china mugful of hot tea (or other “beverage”) on the floorboards, constantly distracted by a new leaf emerging from a plant/ the wind/ what GAG gift to take on a picnic lunch/thoughts about herself, etc., screeching in glee Wheeeeeee! Daaaaaaaan! at times hauling another person with her in the seat, narrowly avoiding backing the digger into the creek or a large hole.
Do you think Fanny will learn anything from Nic? No way. She will be bouncing around on the digger au naturale in only a large shirt and slippers next week, maniacally laughing and screeching, once Dan returns.
Daddy reference No. 2. Daddy’s drawings! They must be authenticated! The ugency! We printed all the stickers wrong and put the same number on all of them. So LaLande! Do you actually think that any of the recipients will actually receive anything from the Shittylaine since most of the Patrons are still waiting for their postcards from Fanny? Fanny may hope to add the excuses why no one receives their copy of Daddy’s drawing to take attention away from the lack of info about the accounts. That’s so LaLande!
Expect more vlogs with day to day footage of every blade of grass that grows, every leaf that unfurls, and each minuscule growth of vegetables that take place on the grounds. Anything but actual restoration of the Shittoo. I see Kirsty is the new Dan. I hope she doesn’t go down the same path as Dan.
I am out of breath
I picture some Southern belles (in hoop skirt dresses and a parasol) walking around where those iron sets would be on a porch. 
