HidingInPlainSight

Happy birthday CC ....I will always remember your birthday as it's also my sweet grandmother's birthday too...Nothing much has changed here...and I'm sure you would be mumbling your irritation and annoyance with Sam & Caitriona's newest escapades. I know that you're happy, spending time with your daughter & Bobby.

Mum and Dad expecting Baby number 2 👧

Mum and Dad expecting Baby number 3 👦

Mum and Dad expecting baby number 4 👦

Mum and Dad expecting baby number 5 👶

Can I have your attention, please! HELP!! I have been down the rabbit hole once again looking for ONE particular photo. The last time I went down this kind of search, I saw it. I don't remember exactly where, but it's there. A photo of ... a little girl running in a beautiful backyard, a place in Ireland. This was a possible location that S/C had been for holiday. Anyone remember this? May or May not show the ocean on the background? Someone out there has this photo and post about it. Could you please share again?!! If not, at least point me in the right direction. It's driving me nuts not being able to find it again!

I don't know any details about it. Where it came from or anything.

Adding to the other clip that mystified many readers (https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/817733490243207168/just-so-storiesany-similarity-to-actual-persons), this morning, and for a bit of extra context, the one Marple found - with all credits given, of course.

Sidenote, like for the one I think I was the one to find and post: I had to re-upload the clip, thanks to a prescient friend. I obviously do not own any copyright to this material, who went suddenly incommunicado after being shared both on Marple's and on this blog:

The Cashelor is an obvious spoof on The Bachelor reality show format. Part of Your Two Cents, a wider advertisement campaign devised by the Atlantic Credit Unions during the COVID-19 pandemic.

What is perhaps even more eerie, is - as I mentioned in the other post - Daisy Anne's striking resemblance to Flukenzie Floozy.

You can't make this shite up. Seriously.

PS: Gherkins, not cucumbers. At least this time.

[Later edit]: the two videos suspiciously went private on Youtube, hours after being taken out from their oblivion. But so that you know, we found alternate links (above) and have downloaded them already, so - no dice. Sorry. Not today, Llama. Not today.

Leaving this here, for the sake of science. Sidenote and later edit: I had to re-upload the clip, thanks to a prescient friend. I obviously do not own any copyright to this material, who went suddenly incommunicado after being shared on this blog:

Circa 2022.

Your Two Cents #advertisement campaign is not my initial find, and I must give credit to Marple. But this clip is even more monumental than the one she posted. Somewhat.

OMG 👀 🔥

Can we talk about this gif for a second?

They weren’t in character here. They were reading the lines from pages on the floor.

Surely I’m not the only one who feels those answers to the pathetic babysitting question sounded entirely scripted, pre-planned, carefully rehearsed and memorized.

. . . What strikes me most about this exchange is how meticulously constructed it sounds. S. immediately references the one indisputably documented occasion on which he looked after C.’s cat — immortalized, conveniently enough, in a Twitter post from 2018 ⤵️⤵️⤵️

. . . Because, apparently, the underlying premise here is that anything not preserved on social media simply never happened at all.

Thus, we are invited to accept that across all these years there was precisely one occasion on which S. took care of Eddie. One solitary, publicly archived event.

C., meanwhile, vaguely recalls receiving a photo of S. and Eddie lying in HIS bed watching something.

What is curious is the hierarchy of memory at work here. The ownership of the bed remains crystal clear, while the broader context grows strangely indistinct. C. only vaguely recalls S. and Eddie watching something together, and has completely forgotten that this coincided with the first marathon she ever ran — the same marathon after which she was photographed with the alleged 'love of her life' holding her in that peculiarly awkward manner somewhere between the wrist and the palm.

And yet the bed remains vividly categorized. I’m sorry, but this entire exchange carries the unmistakable cadence of a rehearsed narrative. Not merely remembered, but consciously maintained.

Maril and Caitriona being all cozy with their hubbies!! 😍❤️🫶🥰

Do you remember Sam proudly telling interviewers, after the birth of the Little Soul, that he was fully prepared for the birth, water tub and all?

Right. So here’s the thing… it actually looked more like this:

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[and honestly, the time Caitríona needs to work out her age at the time of the birth - does that not strike you as a little odd?]

Source: Caitríona for Elle Spain, 19 May, 2026.

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