I may be a follower of rational enlightenment, deduction, logical analysis, sober thoughts and so on but there's part of me forever irrational - I read my horoscope every day; most days it's so off beam it's laughable.

Mind you, there's a minority of occasions when it's nearer the mark than might be expected, like today. Do whatever you can, mine today asserted, to avoid being tetchy, but how can I not be after spending hours waiting in Inverness airport due to delayed flights, then an interminable crawl by train from Gatwick to home.

Then the straw breaking moment seeing the fence outside where I live still broken a full day after I'd been promised that carpenters would have been round to fix it. Tetchy does n't begin to get my mood