Blimey, these last few days have been as much of a struggle as a one-legged man in a bum-kicking competition, yet as rewarding as finding a tenner in an old pair of jeans. It’s all well and good giving yourself a pat on the back, (mind you don’t dislocate your shoulder with all that self-congratulation), but it’s just as key to ponder on the potential shenanigans that tomorrow might sling your way. Regardless of the endless to-do list that’s as relentless as a mother-in-law on a gin-fuelled rant, it’s bloomin’ vital to park your bum, put the kettle on, and give your grey matter a chance to mull over life’s great mysteries. Like why is there always one unmatched sock in the laundry pile? Now then, here’s a lucky little nugget for you: your lucky colour is puce. Yes, puce. I know it’s the colour of a bruise and as fashionable as socks and sandals, but who are we to argue with the stars?

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!