Well, darling, it’s that time of the year when the Sun is about as close to you as an honest politician. It’s doing a bloody ‘Where’s Wally?’ and you’re left feeling more drained than a cheap bottle of plonk at a hen party. So, don’t be surprised if you’re catching more Z’s than a narcoleptic at a spelling bee. In the coming weeks, you’ll be giving more attention to your partnerships than a divorce lawyer in Hollywood. So buckle up, buttercup, because you’re in for a ride that’s more twisty than a pair of knickers after a hot date! And for your lucky charm, let’s go with a pair of mismatched socks. Why? Because they’re a perfect symbol of your life right now: a bit of a mess, but still somehow working. So go ahead, make a fashion statement that screams “I’ve given up!” and remember, luck is just life’s way of saying, “I’ve run out of ways to mess with you!”

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!