Hold on to your breeches, Leo; a once-in-a-decade
alignment sees Mercury and Pluto playing naked Twister all over
the firmament's rug till the 20th.
That's right, time to dig up some
veg from the Allotment of Love, and look whose courgette came
up a treat! A warning though: control is vital because, despite
your lust-luck, strong drink will figure, so keep a bucket under
the bed and spare trousers handy.
A tip: if you're out of Haagen-Dasz
or ice-cubes, Alpen and lard are not really adequate alternatives.
Oh, and don't keep wiping your nose on your sleeve like
that if you ever want promotion again.
Your lucky toffee is treacle.