All that sweat and elbow grease you’ve been chucking around like confetti at a royal wedding is finally paying off. You’ve not just hit the target, you’ve blasted it to smithereens, and then some. Yet, here you are, still nose deep in the muck, too blinkered to see that you’re the cat that got the cream – and then spilt it all over the new carpet. Your lucky charm? It’s a rubber duck. Why? Because, love, if the ship goes down, at least you’ll have something to keep you afloat. Just remember, it won’t help with your singing – so save us all the pain and keep it to the shower.

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