You’re fretting over some dosh that’s rightfully yours, but is stuck tighter than a duck’s arse in water. Sorting this blooming mess is turning out to be more of a pickle than trying to get a vegan to eat a bacon butty. You’re realising that you’ve put your trust in a right dodgy geezer, haven’t you? Some folks are proving to be about as reliable as a chocolate teapot and as trustworthy as a fox in a hen house. For a bit of luck, try hollering, “If I had a quid for every time I trusted the wrong berk!” This little mantra will not only remind you of this cock-up, but it might also bring a chuckle or two. Just remember, even a broken clock is right twice a day.

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