Blimey! You’re up to your eyeballs in a right pickle at the old 9-5, ain’t ya? It’s like a dog’s dinner, and you’re seriously considering chucking the towel in. All these nitwits, spouting their harebrained ideas like they’re the bees knees, and you’re about as keen on them as a vegan in a butcher’s shop. The recent upheaval in your daily grind’s got everyone’s knickers in a twist, and you’ve even lost a mate over it. It’s all gone a bit pear-shaped, hasn’t it? Your lucky charm this week is a rubber duck. Why, you ask? Well, you’re already swimming in a sea of problems, might as well have a bloody bath toy to keep you company.

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!