Cor blimey, you’ve been running around like a blue-arsed fly, haven’t you? Don’t you dare feel a smidgen of guilt for wanting to park your bum and put your feet up. There’s some nutter who’s in a right rush, racing about like a rat up a drainpipe. Don’t let ’em sweet-talk you into tagging along in their hare-brained schemes. You’ve got a backbone of steel, we know, but for now, blow it all and float along like a rubber duck in a bathtub. And as for your lucky tidbit: Your lucky number is 7. But remember, if you’re at the roulette table, betting your house on it, don’t come crying to me when you’re living in a cardboard box named ‘Unlucky Lane’.

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!