Well, well, well, you’ve always been one to trust your gut, haven’t you, darling? And now, you’re sniffing out a change in the air, like a bloodhound after a sausage roll. The winds of change are flapping louder than a granny’s bloomers in a gale, and it’s all kicking off in your private life. You’re not shocked by the sudden shift, you’ve seen more surprises in a pound shop. But here’s the pickle, love – is that person you’re sweet on causing you more grief than a fart in a spacesuit? Time to ponder that one, petal. And here’s a laugh – your lucky phrase this week is “I’m as lucky as a dog with two tails”. Try saying that after a few pints, and see if it doesn’t turn your luck around – or at least get you a free round for making the barman chuckle.

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!