So my best friend Amy was made redundant last week. She’s thinking of taking off to South America for two months while she decides what she wants to do with her life. Why do some people have all the luck?
Don’t get me wrong. Last week I was thrilled with my shiny new career but now I’m wondering if the rat race is really for me. I’m a Cancerian, you see. Happiest when out on the open seas, being romanced by pirate kings and rustling up a love nest from nowt but a few coconuts on some remote desert island.
I feel as though I’m wasting my talents, languishing here in London. Though I have yet to work out what my talents actually are, I have always believed there is more to me than tractors and a fine pair of breasts.
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