Blimey, you’re stuck in a right pickle, ain’t ya? On one hand, you’re buzzing like a bee on Red Bull, ready to conquer the world. On the other, you’re about as keen to move forward as a sloth on sedatives. Try to find a happy medium, love. You’re as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs at the thought of mixing with a fresh lot of faces. But blow that for a game of soldiers! By the time the five o’clock shadow shows up, you’ll be wondering what all the fuss was about. Your lucky phrase today? “Sod it, let’s do it.” Use it like a charm when you’re on the fence. And remember, the only time “sod it” is not a good idea is when you’re considering a naked run through a nettle patch.

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