Lordy,
Sarah Beeny has aged since the last series of Property Ladder. Her skin has crinkled up like filo pastry, which was especially alarming tonight as she kept narrowing her eyes and wrinkling her forehead at Ms Posh and Mr Henpecked-of-Posh of Islington.
They wanted to create a “wow-factor” one-bed flat above a bar. Beeny wanted them to turn the space into three smaller flats in order to make an estimated £150,000 profit. They ignored her and lost £48,000 and indeed their own home, which they had to sell to finance the building work. Beeny added a filo layer of sympathy to the already baklava-grade look of contempt. I propose she invests in a nice thick moisturiser, or tries scowling less.
I’ve followed Beeny with a helping of Big Brother, which I’ve ignored until this weekend and now can’t get enough of. I enjoy watching despicable but fascinating Nikki the most, though frankly they’re nearly all hateful/entertaining in equal measure.
Oh, and Chibi was taken in by the old lady next door. I am relieved.