Dear So and So…

Dear Work,

Stop messing with me. We both know I’m entitled to those Bank Holidays I accrued whilst on maternity leave. Sort it out!

Yours,

Employee (with a contract to prove it)

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Dear Body,

What’s up with you? Nausea for days on end? Tired all the time. Headaches? Pregnant again?

Yours,

Wishful thinking

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Dear Nursery,

Please look after my little one. He’s so precious to me. I know he may be ready for nursery but I’m not ready to let him go.

Yours,

Reluctantly returning to work

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Dear Bank Manager,
Money seems to be like buses, none for ages then it starts rolling in.

Yours,
Drinks are on me

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Dear Neighbour,

Yes, I have a small child who needs to nap. Please sort out your car alarm/burglar alarm/general banging.

Yours,

Pushed to her limit