Well, blow me down and call me Betty! Seems like early doors, your day’s schedule is going to do a right wobbly, chucking you a delightful opportunity to natter with the right sort of blokes and birds for your career prospects. Now, don’t go puffing up their egos like a balloon at a kiddies’ party, or start grovelling like a dog after a bone from those whose backing would have you grinning like a Cheshire cat. Just be a good sport, friendly as a pub landlord, and let the situation unfold like a cheap deckchair. Lucky charm: A four-leaf clover. Sure, they’re rare as hen’s teeth, but if you find one, it’s like winning the lottery. Or so they say. I reckon it’s just an excuse for you to spend more time in the garden away from your in-laws.

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!