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You should probably stay in New Zealand if this is to work.

Well, well, well.

Was I pregnant at 12? No.

Was I selling drugs at 18?

No. Was I arrested for shoplifting in my 20s?

Yes, but that was related to mental illness. Get away from me with the vitamin C serum, I don't want it.

Between yourself, myself, I had to shave my arms the other day.

It's Fogg. It's me.

Hello. Do you remember me? Yeah, it's me. Hello. Do you remember me?

Yeah, it's John.

So, welcome to my therapist, Gousted me, Vogue.

I am your work colleague and podwife, Joanne McNally, you're Vogue Williams, and that's Joe Addy Wells in the corner box.

Now, for some context, Joe, or Vogue, you are beaming in from St. Bartolomew, where you remain to be on holiday, which at this stage feels like an illegal amount of time to be away. I think once it goes over the two week mark, people are like, my friends are texting like, time to come home now. I'm like, okay, sorry, I'm away for 16 days. I know

I've reached the threshold

of two weeks. And if it makes

anyone feel better, I'm

fucked. I'm away with three kids.

And I said, I can't wait

to go to work.

You're so right.

There does feel like there's a threshold of acceptable holiday time.

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