Well, butter my bum and call me a biscuit, it seems you’re about to be knee-deep in the dough, sunshine! Apparently, some nutter thinks you’re fit to run the show and they’re willing to chuck more quid at you to do so. You didn’t have your sights set on playing boss, but now they’ve dangled the carrot, you’re chomping at the bit to grab the reins. Your lucky phrase this week is “Born to be wild… but only until around 9 pm or so.” Remember to whisper it to yourself when you’re feeling overwhelmed. It’s a gentle reminder that you’re as fierce as a teacup chihuahua and twice as yappy. Now go on, strut your stuff you sassy sausage!

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!