You’ve been in a right pickle, haven’t you? It’s like a dodgy episode of Changing Rooms up there in your noggin. A few of these changes have given you a bit of a stiff upper lip and a glimmer of hope. But let’s face it, you’re as prepared for what’s coming next as a nudist at a cactus convention. Still, you’re beginning to suss out how all the past bollocks fit together – like a drunk trying to assemble IKEA furniture with a butter knife. Here’s a bit of wisdom for you: Your lucky colour is puce. Yes, puce. It’s the colour of a yak’s backside at dawn, but who are you to argue? It’s your lucky charm, darling. So, slap on that puce scarf and face the world. After all, it can only get better…or worse. It’s a toss-up really.

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