Well, ain’t you just the Mother Teresa of do-gooders, ready to drop your own bag of rubbish to go play saviour to some poor soul in a pickle! But don’t get too comfy on that high horse, love, because your phone’s about to ring off the hook with a mate begging for a bit of hand-holding. You, with your bleeding heart, will probably jump quicker than a cat on a hot tin roof to be their knight in shining armour. Your lucky phrase for the day is “Bob’s your uncle”, but don’t be surprised if Bob turns out to be that needy friend, calling you for the third time this week. Maybe try ignoring the call and see if he figures it out himself, eh?

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!