Ease off, you daft plonker. You’re zipping around like a blue-arsed fly, and any moment now you’ll trip over your own shoelaces trying to juggle all your balls at once. You may think people are in awe of your rapid-fire decision-making, but really, they’re just taking bets on when you’ll royally cock up next. You’re not the only one with their knickers in a twist, but try taking a leaf out of the book of those who aren’t behaving like headless chickens. And here’s a bit of luck for you: the colour green. Slap on a bit of that and perhaps you’ll stop resembling a tomato on speed. After all, they do say green is calming, though I fear in your case it may be like throwing a deckchair off the Titanic.

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!