Making love. Insta. Daaaaaan. And ickle chucky. Cosy. Given that she has reverted to bubbaspeak, I’m guessing she is finding more stimulating convos with the tatt.
She’s going in a bit hard though no? Love??
Making excuses. Not any marking anythning. Except a filled croissant.
Cottage cheese cam and Jules. And it sounded to me that she’d going for a babybel.
I want to see love. The passionate sofa jumping style. I’m feeling the all shades of wrong mum and son. Good luck to them but I feel dirty watching them.
Ah. Mike and Heidi on the boat. All about him and not the old woman with him.
The bands round her wrists were not sick bands - they are probably her neck tendons escaping.
She is like Deirdre Barlow with a mane.
She wants to be on the same page. The same book. They aren’t even in the same library in the same town.
They are just not suited.
She looks so beautiful when she smiles. Just lately she has been looking ‘nippit’.
Her mouth has a default setting of chook’s arse.
It isn’t pretty. It is pained.
Although not as pained as insta is going to look when she asks Dan if he loves her.
You can sense him reversing already.
She’s gone all in. And like the christmas alan partridge effort with Fanny, he is only interested in going right up to the neck.
Not all the way up to her mind.