Alright, darling, pull up a chair and listen close. Your chums and workmates are about to light a fire under your arse, stirrin’ your grey matter in all sorts of directions, keeping you hooked on some flippin’ group task. Hit a rough spot? Don’t go bawling like a toddler who’s dropped their ice cream, just chinwag with a pal. Rub shoulders with the artsy-fartsy lot, and don’t be a wet blanket about your batty ideas. Who knows, you might just be the next Banksy, or at the very least, a knockoff Damien Hirst. And here’s your lucky charm: the number seven. Why? ‘Cause it’s the number of gin and tonics it takes before your ideas start sounding good. A little tip from your Auntie Joan, never underestimate the power of liquid courage.

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!