Well, darlin’, brace yourself for a shocker. Your chum’s suddenly cryin’ out for a bit more personal space, and it’s smack you like a sledgehammer to the crumpets. You’re left feeling like a dog that’s just been told it’s adopted – a right mishmash of miffed and miserable. So, put on your big pants, grill ’em about their feelin’s, and if you find out you’ve been about as useful as a chocolate teapot, don’t be a stubborn mule – cough up an apology, for Pete’s sake! And here’s a bit of a laugh for you, your lucky item is a pair of knickers. Yes, you ‘eard me right, a pair of bloomers! So, make sure you’re not caught with your pants down – you never know when you might need a spare pair for a bit of luck!

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!