Just ’cause that bloke or Sheila seems like a right ray of sunshine, all smiles, tea, and scones, don’t mean they ain’t got a sneaky agenda tucked away. Might be hiding a bit of the ol’ snake in the grass, if you catch my drift. So, before you go hopping into bed – metaphorically or, God forbid, literally – with your shiny new mate, take a moment, love. Have a proper gander. Trust ain’t something to be handing out willy-nilly. And for a cheeky bit of luck, remember this: A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush – unless it’s a pigeon, then you’re just stuck holding a flying rat. So, unless you fancy a bit of bird flu, keep those mitts to yourself, charming as the offer might be.

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!