Whether you’re wrestling with some sort of money-making malarkey or your noggin’s all aflutter over some lovey-dovey nonsense, do yourself a favour and sit yourself down for a moment to figure out what your true fancy is. Your other half is feeling a bit cramped, like a sardine in a tin. If you start slapping deadlines on ’em like a strict headmaster, it could stir up a right barney, and next thing you know, you’re in the middle of World War III. Lucky charm: A four-leaf clover. Not that it’ll do much good. The only green thing you’ll likely see is your partner’s face when you mention deadlines. Try not to laugh, it’s considered rude.

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