Oh, blimey! Get a grip on yourself, love. You’re not in the dock at The Old Bailey, so don’t bother with the sob story. Even if some daft sod doesn’t see eye-to-eye with your grand plans, there’s no need to feel like a dog’s dinner. Don’t fritter away your precious tick-tock trying to sell them your dreams like some dodgy market trader. Their two pennies’ worth isn’t worth a toss. The only opinion that should matter is yours, darling, even if it’s as questionable as a vegan sausage roll. As for a lucky charm, how about a four-leaf clover? It’s harder to find than good manners at a football match, but if you can snag one, you’re golden.

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