One moment you’re gagging for a biscuit, then the next you’re all over a crumpet like a rash. Your moods are swinging more than a pensioner’s knickers on a windy washing line. This dilly-dallying of yours is leaving others more confused than a chameleon in a bag of Skittles. Open your gob in the office, and you may just find your boss thinking you’re as professional as a one-legged cat in a sandbox. So, my advice, give your jaw a rest before it lands you in the soup. And for your little lucky nugget, remember, the early bird catches the worm, but it’s the second mouse that gets the cheese. So, don’t rush into things like a bull at a gate. Your lucky colour, by the way, is tan. But don’t overdo it in the tanning bed, or you’ll end up looking like a leather handbag that’s seen better days.

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