Well, cor blimey guv’nor, brace yourself for a phone call from one of your snot-nosed kin, begging for a bit of the old grey matter. They’re up to their eyeballs in some kind of malarkey, and it looks like they’ve run out of ideas faster than a rabbit in a greyhound race. You’ll be relying on your genius to give their work a bit of sparkle so it doesn’t blend in with the mediocrity like a chameleon in a packet of Smarties. Lucky charm: A four-leaf clover. Stick it in your shoe for some good luck, just make sure it doesn’t end up like your family member’s project – crushed and unrecognisable!

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!