Cor blimey, you’re more wound up than a Jack-in-the-box on steroids, ain’t ya? Struggling to pin down why you’re as stressed as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs? Well, ain’t that a pickle! Remember, though, while it might feel as satisfying as a good scratch in a hard-to-reach place to let rip with a verbal tirade, your words can stick like dog muck on a new pair of trainers. So watch your gob, sunshine, or you might end up chewing on your own foot. And here’s a bit of a giggle for you: Your lucky charm is a rubber duck. That’s right, a flaming rubber duck! Whenever you’re feeling a bit miffed, give it a squeeze and imagine it’s the face of whoever’s getting on your wick. Quacking mad, innit?

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