Stars

Just read my stars for tomorrow as predicted by the cuddly sweater fetishist astrologer in my local paper. He says 'You have issues this week, you work your way through the days with a furrowed brow and a glum face. A chance encounter with the colour red may leave you amazed. I hear the clicking of a high shoe on a tiled floor. Destiny sees a cracked mirror, fix it.' After reading it I cut my thumb on a half open can of baked beans. I think there could be some truth in the rotund soothsayer's words.