Blimey, you’ve been running around like a blue-arsed fly, trying to make this Christmas as perfect as Mary Berry’s Victoria sponge. But hold your horses, love. A nosy relative’s finally decided to stop scoffing mince pies and lend a hand. They’ve clocked you’re as stressed as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, so don’t get your knickers in a twist about taking them up on their offer. Christmas, bless its heart, is as much a hurdle race as the Grand National, and we’re all just trying not to fall at the first jump. Your lucky charm? A sprig of mistletoe. Hang it above your door and maybe you’ll snag a kiss from that fit delivery driver. Or if not, at least it’s one way to keep the in-laws at bay.

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!