Well, love, your attention is stuck to your responsibilities like a cheap wig to a balding head. You’re after results, you are, and you’re ready to put in the elbow grease, even if it means getting a bit grubby. So, roll up your sleeves and get stuck into those mundane tasks. Dodge those lazy sods like they’re last season’s fashion, darling. Some jobs, they’re as repetitive as my ex-husband’s chat-up lines, and can make you feel as isolated as a vegan at a butcher’s convention. But keep your head down and your chins up, and you’ll have the work done faster than you can say ‘Botox injection’. Now, a wee bit of luck for you – your lucky escape this week is avoiding any and all karaoke bars. Trust me, darling, your singing voice is a bit like a strangled cat… it’s not doing anyone any favours.

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!