Your noggin’s been gallivanting about like a randy jackrabbit in a field of does, hasn’t it? No bother, love. It’s time to treat your weary self to a pre-Christmas knees-up. Start scheming a blinder of a trip now while the airline prices are lower than a snake’s belly in a wagon rut, and the digs aren’t costing an arm and a leg. Secure a spot at some swanky seaside retreat. It’ll get your knickers in a twist with anticipation for the New Year. And for your lucky charm – a pair of fuzzy dice. Hang that tacky thing in your car and let the universe take a hint. It might just make your road trips less of a bloody nightmare. Just remember, if they start swinging too much, it’s not the dice, it’s your dodgy driving.

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!