It was pure schadenfreude for me. I watched her coast through the first round with her smug smile and her head girl perfection. Going into the second round, she said she had baked Tuiles just the other day so she was confident.
I ground my teeth. She's just so annoying. She has none of gorgeous Ruby's down to earth charm, or Howard's all round adorableness. She's just there. Always winning.
And then. "Too thick," said Paul. "Overdone," said Mary.
And her grin faded.
AHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, I crowed. No star baker for YOU this week, Kimberley.
The third round saw all my favourites (which, rather meanly, is pretty much everyone else) do really well but her biscuits weren't even baked properly. AHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. "If you touch them, they're still paste," incredulously from Paul.
Christine was star baker and in the end Kimberly nearly went home. Rob did because he came up with someone a nine year old would be proud of. It was crap. Really crap. I could have done that. But Kimberley nearly did. And that's good enough for me.
When did The Great British Bake Off turn me into this? What have I become? How can I dislike someone so much when all they're guilty of is making some nice biscuits?
What is it?
(Ruby to win).