Written in the stars

I blame my mother for delivering me four weeks early. I should be a Virgo. Which would mean that this month I'm mostly enjoying home cooked meals for two and lengthy love making sessions with a significant other, whilst we both enjoy our financial freedom and good health.

Instead, as a lovely Leo, my stars today tell me that even though I'm finally getting sorted on the financial front, I'll have no-one to share it with - both socially and romantically the outlook is bleak, nay disastrous.

Which is precisely what a single boy wants to hear, just as the nights get dark and the bed gets cold.

Wish me luck...