Listen up, love. It seems you’re on the brink of a right old snog fest and might even make a dent in those personal dreams of yours. Blimey! You’ve got the smarts, but you’re hush-hush about it like a spy in a bad Bond movie. Don’t blabber on about work, it’s as boring as a night out in Norwich. Keep it short, like a politician’s promise. Now, let that wild imagination of yours loose, darling. It’s brighter than Blackpool in December. And here’s a tip: Your lucky number is 7. But remember, it doesn’t mean you should have seven pints at the pub, you cheeky bugger.

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!