Blimey, brace yourself! That doddering old relative of yours is about to rope you into a ruckus you never saw coming. They’ve got opinions stronger than the smell of a summer bin lorry, and they’re as surprising as the Queen doing the Macarena. You’re all for being polite, but for the love of tea, you’ve got your own two pennies to chuck in, particularly if you’re being chided without a fair shout. Your lucky phrase this week is “Not my circus, not my monkeys.” Repeat it like a mantra when the going gets tough. But remember, if you say it within earshot of the old dear, she might think you’re organising a trip to the zoo.

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