Those bibs look like utter unnecessary gumf sold to gullible wannabe yummy mummy’s. How can Parsley even see his food on there? Or are the family like truffle hogs and can sniff it out?
you can quite clearly tell just from the stories over dinner that old Mick doesn’t have much time for her daughter anymore. Constant moaning and taking the mickey out of her, how sad.
I really hate that whole 'keeping it real, life behind the squares' bullshit. Youre slagging your own kid off to a bunch off strangers without her permission or knowledge.
Vesper's digital footprint is either her eating a load of salty shite or her being slagged off by her own mum and she's only 3.