This, ladles, is what is known as a lazy cow. She’s managed to plonk het fat arse on the bench in the garden, to read Tattle no doubt, while Ben, Lizzie and Eva did the garden. Noah and Charlotte were at work, Toby was at a friends, Olivia had been dropped off to go to a dance competition with other parents, and Curly had taken the rest of the kids to the beach. I’ve never known anyone like her. She’s an absolute shit state of a mother, and person in general. Then she said she didn’t know what she’d been doing all day. Sitting on your arse, Zo, that‘s what.
She was going to take some of the older girls to Lossie for a walk in the evening, so abandoning the little ones again. She misses Lossie as if she didn’t think it was blatantly obvious. She thinks she‘s too good for that council house in Burghead. Imo it‘s a pity she doesn’t move her fat arse out of it and let a deserving family have it.