Paris Fury is sitting on a stool in her kitchen, hair in curlers, conducting the orchestra of kids around her. Prince, her eldest son, has failed to buy jeans for the photoshoot taking place in an hour’s time, so he is swiftly dispatched with cash to get some. Venezuela, her eldest daughter, needs her hair brushing, and only a mother’s touch will do. Various other children – the Furys have six, with another on the way – come and go, requesting sausage rolls, rice pudding, drinks, toys, strokes of the new puppy, you name it. “I’m sorry about all this,” Paris will occasionally say, but the truth is she’s got the chaos under control.
Watching it unfold is like being in an episode of At Home With the Furys, the nine-part fly-on-the-wall reality series that’s due to hit Netflix later this month. The only difference is that the most unruly member of the house, the one who causes Paris the most stress, is not here.
