You’re in for a proper pickle with your neighbour or that daft sod from work. It’s like an episode of EastEnders, only with less hair gel and more passive-aggressiveness. Keep your peepers peeled for any hint of a brouhaha brewing. If the kettle starts to whistle, leg it faster than Boris Johnson from a press conference. No need to stick around for the fireworks, darling. Don’t forget, your lucky phrase is “Not my circus, not my monkeys.” Use it when you need a decent excuse to avoid drama. Just remember, it won’t work if you’re trying to leave the in-laws’ dinner table. Trust me, I’ve tried.

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