is about to enter your life in a sadly violence laden way:
A white dove will swoop down on your forehead in an attempt
to lovingly mop your furrowed brow with its fluffy tummy.
Unfortunately you will instinctively swipe the dove of peace
violently away with your hand in an impulsive scream-filled
reaction and probably break its neck. The dove's death will
doom you to cooking accidents well into March 2009, if Mars
has its way.
the home decoration front: You will have difficulty explaining
the shade of off-brown that you want to your local paint mixing
store. Let the planets help you with this - take a colour
picture of Jupiter and point out exactly the shade you are
looking for (the bit just under the red blotch). Sorted.
month your destiny is like a fairy tale wolf with lots of
puff but without any house to blow down.