You’re gnawing your nails off, wishing you could be more of a lifesaver to your pal. But darling, you’re not Baywatch, you can’t be running around in slow motion, saving the day all the time. This predicament is making you take a gander at your own life. It’s like peering into a bloody posh shop window, isn’t it? You’re realising you’re luckier than a three-legged dog at a sausage factory. And here’s a lucky phrase for you: “Every dog has its day”. I suppose in your case, it’s more like “Every dog has its day, until it realises it’s not a sausage-fetching superhero”.

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