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Debbie

When I worked, I hated Mondays. I’d spend the second half of Sunday under a cloud of dread, eating chocolate and watching videos from the corner shop. My colleagues weren’t bad people, but being estate agents turned them into arseholes. I’d had dreams of being a fashion designer – leaving home, going to art school and pondering Andy Warhol soup cans, floating about in chiffon and sandals. But I should’ve known I wasn’t good enough for that life. Dad said I was lucky to get a job at all. ‘Get any job you can,’ he said. ‘That’ll show Thatcher. She wants us to disappear into the woodwork like cockroaches.’