Ready for the CBB final

I'm all ready to settle down and watch the final of Celebrity Big Brother.

I've been down to Costa to get a mango and passionfruit cooler and a packet of revels- my treat for the week. It may not seem terribly exciting to some but as I'm only allowed to drink emix or double strength Dioralyte any other drink is exciting! And I've been really good with eating only plain things that I know won't upset my bowels- most days it's been jacket potato and cheese- so again a bag of chocolates is something totally different. I have been good and only got a small bag instead of a sharing size one so hopefully I can enjoy it without ending up in agony or on the loo all night.

So who will win? I'm team USA all the way. Ricky has been booooring, Marnie did my head in with her showmance with Lewis and Bear- well there's nothing to say about that knob head really is there? At first Frankie drove me mad but he's really grown on me. I like Aubrey- I wish I could contour my face the way she does and I love, love, love her hair. But for me mob wife Renee has been great to watch. She's stood up to Bear, told it how it is and given us some great one liners- now we all know how to tone our jaw lines up don't we ladies 😉😮

NB xx

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