I'd told a friend with my usual flourish of hyperbole that my bank account had a very queasy look about it; that it was frail and tottering; and swirling above it all was an altogether unwholesome smell. Understand, please, that in my world you can never over-egg the pudding enough. Ever.

She replied, rightly: "why fret, after all you can't take it with you". True.

Except I'm a Capricorn, remember - we love and fear money. Even when we're down to our last million (I'd actually like my first, but for the purposes of this, I'm using this image very figuratively...), we're in panic mode.