Cor blimey, you’re after a bit of peace and quiet in your life, aren’t you? Well, butter my crumpets and call me a bobby, because the solution is as clear as a pint of stout. Start by sorting out your personal faff, and then see if you can’t help those needy nuisances around you without going barmy. And remember, darling, don’t let your neighbour take you for a mug. If they start treating you like their own personal butler, tell them to get stuffed! And here’s your lucky bit – the number seven. Now, I don’t know if it’s because it’s a holy number or because it’s the amount of gin and tonics you’ll need to deal with your neighbour, but there you have it. Keep it in your pocket, or better yet, at the bar. You might just need it.

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!