Bugger
If I might steal a couple of lines from Blackadder, I think it rather sums up how I feel at the moment.
Edmund: How are you feeling, Darling?
Darling: Erm, not all that good, Blackadder — rather hoped I’d get through the whole show; go back to work at Pratt & Sons; keep wicket for the Croydon gentlemen; marry Doris… Made a note in my diary on my way here. Simply says, “Bugger.”
Turning out to be a bit of a shit week really 
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Sorry Double D, I feel strangely like I should have not been there
Well, just look on the bright side - you don’t like Cricket, you would hate working for Pratt & Sons, Doris sounds fat and boring AND you’re not flooded. You’ve just had too many lemon sours.
And Des - it was nice that you were there. It’s always useful to have friends 2 minutes walk away in a pub with a card behind the bar when you’re being dumped
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