One minute you are having a panic attack over tax returns, P-x, P-y and P-z (where did they all come from?, who was the weird person that named them?) wondering what is the fine line between a law abiding citizen and an outlawed. In a eureka moment (out of sheer desperation) you try your friend google, find a number that looks like they could be a bit more clued up than yourself, you call and a very helpful man tells you in plain english when and how mr and ms P met, had babies and when do you need to remember their anniversaries.
Next minute you are having it large, next to your fireplace, having a smoke, feet up and big big smile in your face: the manners and peace of mind of a tranquil law abiding citizen.
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