If she decides to move back to Islington, I have a (tiny) spare bedroom .... (JUST KIDDING)!

Never forget, in the past she's admitted to starting an argument with Nirps just to provide copy.

Also never forget, the woman is batshit crazy.

Given how quick she was to make sure all traces of that rumour were erased from the whole damn internet even though she still bitterly references it herself right there for all to see in the Daily Mail, I'm inclined to think there's truth in it. It would sure explain a lot.

Might we be in for a 'my drug hell' 6 months of dreary? She'd only do that if claiming to recovered of course. Not being a media type myself, I've no real idea, but believe coke use was, and possibly still is rife amongst the media glitterati in Londonshire?

Have only got round to reading it now.
And I think it's just a wind up especially the baker hours stuff. She would moan about him going to bed early back along when she still.had the hots for him. So it's either to get at him or to let him know she's pretending to have forgotten him. That's my take on it.
All those leaving comments about how small businesses operate getting heated don't get it ! OF COURSE SHE KNOWS ALL ABOUT BAKERS HOURS

Oh yeah ! That was a pass/aggrs piece of art
Regarding their relationship, it does appear to be in the off position at this point in time. Bet you there's a big smile on old Nics face about 2 yards wide.

Ok
Might be on my own here but would love to see the movie of all this !!!
"The Baker, His Lover and Her Groom"

There's a thought - we have heard no mention of the film script that she was on the point of selling to some or other Hollywood A-lister a couple of months ago?

I've seen pics of her in a public situation (i.e. not airbrushed and/or photoshopped) where one side of her nose looks oddly asymetrical. You might even say, collapsed...

Bank Holiday special tomorrow!
Yes, we have a dead animal.

I can assure you that I am not normally flippant about such a painful subject, but the way she has tried to not repeat the mistakes of her last account and show herself as a good person, gets blown apart when she admits she used tell Hilda she had won the lottery by being rescued by Liz. That's a really a bad attitude for an animal rescue person to have.

So, Hilda died. I do feel sad for Liz, but given some of her previous admissions about Hilda (such as having to put Hilda's food outside, despite her being old with sight and joint problems, because otherwise the rest of the undisciplined and un-house-trained pack would scollop it all) does somewhat reduce the level of that sympathy.

Not for the first time I want to believe she's telling lies, because if she isn't, her lack of even the most basic knowledge of how an animal works and should be cared for is alarming. She thought the dog's mouth was sore because it had a tooth removed a week before. One of mine, a frail elderly pug, had to have all of hers out and would not stop trying to eat her dry food. For a day and a half after the operation she screeched each time she tried to chew, after that it was business as usual.
I found the last paragraph quite upsetting, although she tries to spin it at the last moment.

I am literally unable to read it when she talks about animals and animal abuse. The lack of self awareness on the subject, maybe more so than in any other area of her life, is genuinely distressing to me.

I feel like that. I tell myself she's just putting it on as part of unworldly fey creature act and she isn't so stupid and ignorant to the point of ill treatment in real life. Then you see her tax mess, and the awful way she has treated her family in print, in particular the photos of her mother and you get fearful.

Not to mention that truly disgusting feature about poor murdered Joanna Yeates, where she bangs on about where the poor girl spent her last hours, and then followed the route her murderer had taken to dispose of the body - I can't decide which was worse: that feature, or the terrible one where she was photographed posing in a plastic apron next to her dying mother, moaning about how hard she found it even to do a little bit of 'caring'. Well done for her family for insisting that the Mail take down the the photos. Oh, and the 'eulogy' the shared with us, about her unfortunate sister's death. And THEN had the brass nerve to whine that she wasn't welcome at the funeral!

It's people like Jones who gives the rest of us journalists (I'm a retired one) a bad name.

I've also had a bit of inside information about what went on re Nic and the farmer Jamie. Can't reveal my source but just to say, the poor guy was sort of 'cultivated' to get what Jones wanted - one of his fields for her horses and he took it as a genuine friendship and perhaps more, with Nic. The residents locally are outraged at how he was treated.

Once and for all here are the terms as they apply to levels of hearing loss.
https://www.deafhear.ie/DeafHear/lev...aringLoss.html

Her use of the term profoundly deaf has always irritated me. It's a medical term, not a throwaway adjective for a creatively bankrupt typist. Yes Lizard, you are nothing more than a typist because what you are turning out for the past few years cannot be called writing.

You do realise it's all fiction don't you ?

If it were outright fiction then fine.
However the person who had to go to court over her non payment of bills in Dulverton, HMRC wanting what's due to them, and the fact she got sacked by the Daily Mail etc., don't seem to tie in with that assessment.

She looks to be a real character of a dog and good for Liz adopting one so old when she had a whole kennels full to choose from.

Now Liz can usually drive me to want to bite big chunks out of my desk, but I rescue animals too, in my case mainly cats from Egypt, and I say daft things to them, really I think because I'm so happy to have got them out of places in Egypt where the government are happy to poison stray cats and dogs or shoot them. When you see a photo of a Sporting Club in Cairo with an outside eating area of neat tables and, on the floor, loads of bowls and, beside them, about 25 dead cats, it takes your breath away and, when you get it back, you do say daft things to stop the tears running down your face.

Not that it excuses her but I've thought for some time LJ is quite an ill woman. I'm sure that if she was in any other line of work she would have been let go out of a sense of "duty of care" but since she works for the irredemable cesspit that is the British press, they exploit her as much as she exploits others. It's all absolutely disgusting. I feel so sorry for anyone LJ comes into contact with.

Today's piece about the death of Hilda was so sad.. What a shame for that little dog. I might find Liz Jones to be dreadful in many ways but she did a wonderful thing rescuing that poor dog and bringing her here for the last part of her life.

But. Even with my own animal emergencies and sad sad end of life situations, and there have been so many through the years I've never been rude to a vet, if that is indeed the way she claimed to be barking orders down the phone. A bit like watching Eastenders and how they usually speak/shout at medical staff and police like they're dirt. Not good.

Big respect. So sad what happens, drives you bonkers all the cruelty there is.
But people like you make a real difference. Xx

Hilda and her history very similar to a dog l had at the end part of his sad little miserable life. It involved huge risk to rescue this dog but once I knew about him I had to do something. He was really scared of people but ok with the other animals. One day his ears finally stood up, so cute, then one day he discovered his bark, but his biggest discovery was when he found out just how comfortable a human double bed was
He cost a lot with vet fees but I just wanted to give him everything I could, he was blind and daft but he was happy and safe. His last day he collapsed on our walk and I carried him home knowing the time had come. Just kills you don't it.

It IS a sad tale about the end of a good thing she did. But there was anything but a calm atmosphere in that car, eh? The poor terrified dog needed some comfort, not Bitch from Hell shrieking down the phone. I'm relieved that she let the second vet do the right thing, though, considering her tendency to keep suffering animals alive because she's emotionally attached to them. (Or because they're the only beings in her life who can't say "What you wrote about me is a big fat lie" and it's hard to let go of that.)

How many animals does she have left, now?

We have a cat that has to have special food--canned venison, no less--and when it's mealtime we put her food on a dish in a rarely-used bedroom and shut the door. Then we feed the other cat her standard fare. After half an hour we open the bedroom door and they change places so they can lick each other's empty bowls. Why on earth would Liz have to put one dog outdoors in a Yorkshire winter for her meal? It's hard to imagine that anyone would be that lacking in imagination. The poor dog, outdoors . . . it's downright Dickensian.

The bedroom cat has a tendency to pull things across her bowl in order to hide any tasty scraps (which is pretty silly, since she never leaves any). Recently she's found the box where I keep menstrual pads and tampons for younger female guests who may be unprepared. Recently Bedroom Cat has taken to pulling menstrual pads out to cover her dish. The thing is, the other cat never disturbs them in order to get to the imaginary tasty treats underneath.

I think rude must be her default setting. It's like she doesn't even know how to be any other way but is also totally unaware that her rudeness could possibly ever be a problem when it comes to how she's treated in return. There is so much cognative dissonance when it comes to LJ it gives me a headache!

you are quite right !
Am amazed other peeps are up at this time reading and comment ing, thought it was just me in my madness outside doing Fox breakfasts.