Alright love, brace yourself. You’re the sort who’s more in tune than a BBC Radio, always picking up on the vibes of your mates. They love you for it, bless ’em, but let’s be honest, they’re about as demanding as a diva on a diet, expecting you to be at their beck and call. Now, I’m not saying they’re taking advantage, but a nun in a cucumber field wouldn’t be as used. It’s about time you remembered you’re not a psychic hotline, are you? You’ve got to look after numero uno, pet. So let them fend for themselves for a change, they’ll survive. Probably. And here’s a little nugget of wisdom for you: Your lucky item is a pair of earmuffs. Not only will they keep your lugholes warm, but they’ll also drown out the incessant whining. Remember, love, self-care is not just for Christmas, it’s for life!

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