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Cleo Twyford is dodging minor disasters, indulging in
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Bring back the Cainer cravat campaign
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
My stars for today have got me in a bit of a faff flap. I don't think Jonathan Cainer knows how much of a faffologist I am so when he wrote the below forecast for my day, I don't think he realised how painful it would be for me. (If you are unacquainted with Cainer, get acquainted at http://stars.metawire.com ... beware, it becomes an addiction. Oh dear - self-help, stars, making a list of my addictions now!)

"Imagine that you have a plane to catch. You are running late. Various arrangements must be postponed. The washing up will have to wait. Never mind where your best shoes are... you have to pack what you can find right now and get moving. Everything that can be dropped must be dropped. Other, that is, than the need to find your wallet and your travel documents. Without those, it really doesn't matter what the time is. Look out, now, for something that you cannot proceed without!"

Stress 1. I CAN'T leave my best shoes behind, or my second-best for that matter.
Stress 2. Jonathan doesn't seem to realise that it is impossible for me to leave the house without doing the washing up.
Stress 3. I can't find my wallet???!!!
Stress 4. How am I meant to know what it is that I can't proceed without (besides those shoes)

I realise that the heading of this post has nothing to do with the content. It's just that I liked Jonathan's previous photo on his website better than the current one. He was wearing a cravat. I like to hear my stars from a cravated astrologer thanks very much. It's comforting. (The make-up is good though).

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