It’s like you’re drowning in a sea of bloody paper, isn’t it? It’s high time you dust off those cobwebs, guzzle a mug of rocket fuel and tackle this bureaucratic nightmare like a bulldog on a postman. Those blinkin’ documents that have been loitering around like unwanted in-laws are just begging for your John Hancock, and that diary of yours is emptier than a politician’s promise. Shake a leg, mate, and get on with it! And here’s a lucky phrase to keep in your back pocket: “A stitch in time saves a right royal mess.” Might not be as lucky as finding a four-leaf clover in a field of thistles, but it’s better than a kick in the teeth, innit?

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