Well, well, well, look at you, needing to find a common ground to sort out your little squabbles. If you’re poking around, doubting whether someone’s as honest as a pair of nuns at a bingo night, just you wait till the tea’s spilt later on – that’ll give you your answer, love. Meanwhile, your flatmate, bless their cotton socks, reckons they’ve had a brainwave and wants you to entertain it. You’ll be as giddy as a kipper and agree without batting an eyelid. Probably because you haven’t got the foggiest idea what they’re on about, but you’ll nod along anyway, you daft sod. Separate sentence: Your luckier than a dog with two tails, love. Your lucky charm is a rubber duck. Don’t ask, don’t tell. It’s just your special kind of mad.

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