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SATURDAY, 6 OCTOBER 1984
The bins are now fortnightly.
The council tax is still monthly.
— Zack, unqualified
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PREVIOUSLY, ON YOUR DECLINE
- You call it "quiet quitting". Your manager calls it "the same as before". Nobody…
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- Your Sunday-night plan for Monday was ambitious. Monday read it, laughed, and forwarded it…
- Children are a blessing. They're also why the remote is in the bin and…
- You said you'd "touch grass" this weekend. You took a photo of grass, posted…
- You've got a side hustle, a passion project and a podcast. Combined monthly income:…
- The weekend is two days long. Monday is nine emotional days long, and you're…
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