I cannot go on... Bonnie Langford has moved next door. I'm living in a 1970's world with noughties values.
Bonnie is encouraged to express herself in flammable costumes at all times of the day whilst horribly bullying her 'friends'.
We bought her rose petal perfume last Sunday as she knocked on the door for over an hour until we answered and paid a fiver for the pop bottle filled with Tweed and Lidl's Suddenly Madame Glamour,parmesan shavings and toe-nail clippings... I really wouldn't mind and would happily buy a litres of the stuff if it was from a nice, creative child.
I am horrible obvs - and also a teacher to boot.