hi all..no you are not losing me, but its a very busy time...and on top of it...the house is hit by covid...so i cant get my head around anything...even catching up these posts and watching videos makes me so tired...reading an email takes ages...i cant focus....its getting better though....you all will have to steer the ship without me another few days i guess...
lotts of love and see you all soon...this old queen is a tough one...
This morning I have send an email to the mayor of the little town Stephanie Jarvis' CHMN belongs to, Bernard Mitaty, asking him for help in safeguarding the chapel, now that she has diverted her attention outside and is targeting the area around the chapel, that has structural problems already but she does not care: she needs a jardin anglaise. It's bad enough she ruined the farmhouse inside with her ill managed "restorations", but the chapel should be kept far from her disastrous planning skills. I have included a link to her latest patron video, so he can see her destructive work for himself.
Everything is fine on my end. I just temporarily paused my channel until things calm down. I was thinking about shutting it down for a while, I have a lot going on irl, but now I feel the need to keep it going for spite. So, we will see what happens.
I don’t quite understand what you are trying to say, please just spit it out.
Exactly my thoughts. Snorty arrived at the HMN on a pretext and his arrival was a sneaky little game concocted with Fanny. Snorty arrived as a volunteer, but it was all pretend. Looking back at those vlogs they definitely had a previous ‘relationship’, likely online, and he ingratiated himself and flattered his way into Fanny’s life. Snorty was on best behaviour when he first arrived at the shitoo, doing manual labour and sucking up to Mummy but, after approx. 6 weeks, Mummy left for SA and Snorty and Fanny came out from undercover. Snorty’s demeanour changed. Snorty started becoming the ‘little prince’ and was mean to others, especially Selmar and FRK. Snorty started dressing differently and stopped doing physical work because it was beneath him. He also began speaking on Fanny’s behalf by saying ‘we’. I simply just hate the fakeness, deceit and lying. Snorty isn’t a genuine person.Snorty came to the farmhouse as a volunteer, but I think he had an agenda all along. He got in Fanny’s good graces and integrated himself into her world. And he ran off anyone he didn’t like or who didn’t like him. I think he knew exactly what he was doing, which makes him scheming and manipulative. But I don’t feel sorry for Fanny because she’s the same way. So….SNAP OUT OF IT!
table for two, outside on the collapsing terrace of the 16th Century Shiteau de lieLande where he lives. He's rugged up to the 9's wearing his puke puce sweater, with a heavy coat and scarf and claims it's a beautiful day with a top of 15⁰C - despite the many and not varied French weather reports which categorically state that on Valentines Day, the temperatures did not rise above 10⁰C. The luncheon table faces the fetid swamp. He's chosen the outside setting for the view, no doubt to remind his stupid girl friend, who is pretending to be inside cooking, that she is the one responsible for the draining the lake. His unironed tablecloth looks no better after it is ironed but look, pretty embroidery to match the pretty plates and glasses! Two table cloths, ooooh fancy! Now there's a trick no-none in the entire history of catering ever thought of before! Next he name drops the brand of the plates (a gift from his mummy), name drops the glassware brand and brings out the gold cutlery. True to formula, grandparents are there in spirit. Fanny's granny rates a mention, as does his own dear granny, so no surprises there. It is thanks to Snorts granny that we all now know how to use two table cloths, one on the diagonal, take note. So grateful!
I know Scotchette/Scochette doesn't care, but this is the first Valentine's Day that the marquise and I are apart since we started dating four years ago. It does feel strangely lonely to be away from the love of your life on a special day like this. Sent some flowers and we had a Facetime call, but aaargh! It's a good thing, Tu B'Av, the Jewish equivalent of Valentine's Day isn't til August 1st this year.
Anyhow...I hope you are all doing great this lovely evening!
Cut your bloody hair Volunteer interloper. Clean up your chipped manicure and go to the bloody gym. Oh, and while you’re at it find an age appropriate partner and get a life. Blokes of your age have finished school, don’t bludge, have proper careers and don’t swan about playing dress up, house or collect crappy napery.
It turned up in my feed, despite me not being susubscribed and despite me adding a big fat "do not recommend channel" to it.
So, Snorts sets a romantic
At the beginning of the vlog he says "For those of you who don't know me, I live in the 16th Century Shiteau de lieLande." Don't know you? Well of course everyone in the world knows Philipp Jansen and soooo well, that he doesn't even bother to introduce himself! Later he mentions that a certain Pavlina did the table flowers for him, and significantly (the dumb-arse) fails to notice that if the viewers don't know him or lieLande, they are not going to have a clue who Pavlina is either! But wait, there's a plot twist! Not only is there no bread or pot of butter on the table, something they have at every meal without fail, there is also no condiments, no side dishes and horror of horrors, none of his beloved napkin rings! A pink toile plant pot is used as a wine cooler. It's February the 14th, and in a further plot twist, Dan is not shown in his heavy digger ripping up the garden, moving the weighty and collapsed standing stones and further undermining the chapel foundations. Yet in Dan's vlog, there's Fanny! Surprise! Not only is she not inside cooking, but there she is driving the dumper truck with the supercilious Dan grinning on. How can this be? Time travel? Oh how clever you are Philipp! Lunch, when it appears, seems to consist of fried mushrooms with grated cheese. This begs the question... we're the mushrooms foraged from their own woods and by the mysterious Pavlina? Is the mysterious Pavlina au fait with the knowledge of which mushrooms are safe and which are decidedly not? Will they survive lunch? Or has the mysterious Pavlina instituted her own version of the Saint Valentines Day Massacre lieLande style? To find out, Philipp suggests we tune in on Thursday to see what happens! But which Thursday Philipp? We don't know because it appears you've time travelled again!
I for one will be on the edge of my seat in anticipation! I'm especially interested to find out how Philipp managed to manipulate and distort time itself, travelling forward to February the 14th from whenever this tripe was filmed. The wait will be interminable... but happily I can fill that time by cutting my toenails, cleaning scum off my shower doors and best of all... throwing the garage out (something that should have, in truth, been done with this vlog).
I think I might have captured the exact moment PhiPhi realized he’s an idiot...second picture…
