Well, love, just because your mate or that office nutter reckons your master plan is about as useful as a chocolate teapot, doesn’t mean you should chuck it out the window. Take a moment, put your feet up, and have a good old think about your scheme. A bit of the old noggin’ grease is what you need, and let’s face it, you’ve got common sense coming out of your ears. A little birdie told me your lucky number is 7. Now, don’t start betting your granny’s false teeth on it, but it might just give you a giggle next time you’re choosing your lottery numbers.

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