Just when you’ve convinced yourself your life’s as organised as a royal tea party, along comes your boss, acting like a right cockwomble, chucking in new demands that would ruffle the Queen’s knickers. The back end of your day will be as messy as a kebab shop floor at 3am, with financial wrangles and business bust-ups thicker than the plot of an EastEnders Christmas special. But fear not, there’s a few sane souls who’ll have your back, like a sturdy pair of Spanx at a Weight Watchers meeting. Now, your lucky charm this week is a pair of well-worn knickers. Don’t look at me like that. They say one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. So, get digging in that laundry basket, love!

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