Well, love, that little pet project of yours is just about ready to pop its clogs, ain’t it? It’s like a marathon runner with a pint at the finish line, gasping for the end. If this was some sort of group knees-up, you’re going to miss those old mugs you’ve been yammering on with. You knew this day was coming, didn’t you? It’s like a bad date, can’t wait for it to be over but sad when they don’t call back. Not all flings can turn into a royal wedding, can they? But don’t you worry, there’s a whole new gaggle of possibilities waggling their eyebrows at you from the horizon. Oh, and here’s a bit of a giggle: Your lucky number, darling, is 7 – just like the number of gin and tonics it takes to make your ex look attractive again. Now isn’t that a hoot?

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!