I expect you to take the reins, love. You’re seen as the dog’s bollocks, full of confidence and swagger. But, even you’ve started to twig that your old dreams are about as useful as a chocolate teapot in the grand scheme of things. So, take a breather, love, and give your noggin a good rummage. As long as you’re not talking out of your arse, the rest of your motley crew will take your changes on the chin, no matter how daft they might be. Your lucky phrase for the day is “Bob’s your uncle”. It’s about as British as a cup of tea and a digestive biscuit, and just as comforting when things go tits up.

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