Keep your pecker up, sunshine. Even if you stumble over a tiny blip, you’ll spring back faster than a cat on a hot tin roof. Post elevenses, you’ll clock everyone bending over backwards, almost dislocating their spines, just to lend you a hand. After you’ve slogged through the humdrum chores, like a martyr to domesticity, you’ll be chomping at the bit to tackle your own matters, because, let’s face it, no one else is going to do it for you! Lucky item: A horseshoe. Just don’t try to nail it to your forehead for extra luck, that’s likely to cause more problems than it solves.

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!