Cor blimey, mate! There’s no need to act like you’re a one-man-band, playing every instrument in the bloody orchestra. Get off your high horse, son. Seeking help doesn’t mean you’re as useful as a chocolate teapot. And remember, loading up your plate like it’s an all-you-can-eat buffet at the Ritz, only leads to a proper case of indigestion in the future. You sure you know what you’re signing up for, or are you just as clueless as a mouse in a cheese factory? Now, your lucky charm is a pair of old socks. Yes, you heard me right. Not exactly the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, is it? But hey, if you’ve got a bun in the oven, it might just come in handy for the smell alone.

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!