If you’re tired to your back teeth of the same old slog or your job’s about as stimulating as a wet weekend in Wigan, you might want to try chinwagging with the office drones to liven things up a bit. Just like your knitting circle or your mates at the pub, make sure you let anyone who’s not completely dull as dishwater have a say. Your lucky phrase for the day is ‘Well, butter my crumpets and call me a biscuit’. Use it when you’re in a pickle. Who knows, it might just get you out of a jam. And if it doesn’t, at least you’ll have given someone a good giggle before you’re carted off.

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