It’s been a right cock-up this week, hasn’t it? You’ve been running around like a headless chicken, juggling work and family like a circus act gone wrong. Your stamina’s been pushed harder than a cheap supermarket trolley. But hey, you’re still breathing, right? Just about. But listen, love, you need to start putting your own oxygen mask on first, if you catch my drift. You can’t pour a cuppa from an empty teapot, can you? It’s time to put your feet up, have a bit of a kip, take a breather. Quit trying to be bloody Mother Teresa and start taking care of numero uno, Capisce? Oh, and here’s a little lucky charm for you – a pair of old socks. Sounds a bit naff, doesn’t it? But they’ve got holes in them – just like your bloody schedule, so they should make you feel right at home. Just remember, a holey sock is better than a full day’s work, or so they say. Make of that what you will.

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!