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Leo: Your horoscope for the coming months.


The Leo Gentleman: 
A jumper knitted by a parent or relative blights your weekend attire and wardrobe. Day time TV influences your sex life. A work colleague buys you a subscription to a man’s magazine. Increasingly your left hand will not know what the right hand is doing. Your right hand becomes tired very quickly: This might be due to stress or the subscription. 
New shoes might be the answer to your mumbled prayers. 
If you are on benefits, a new calculation by the DWP will set you back and possibly result in Court action. 
For the Leo worker a tidy income can be gained by using your expenses claim wisely. A curry with your Scrabble team ends in arrest for one or more of the team.  Your Findus frozen TV Dinner meal collection will bring big rewards on e-bay. 
A friend of the family hints that you are a fool at at a Silver Wedding celebration. 
Genital warts blight your illicit sexual liaisons. 
A dog will look at you sideways soon.
The music of Adele lifts your spirits as it is a bootleg copy.


The Lady Leos:   
Taffeta is your fabric of choice this Easter. A bag of chocolate ants melts when you put them on the dashboard of the car. A finger of fudge is just enough, you find. A loved one regales you with inappropriate or illegal underwear. A new Damart catalogue plays a large part in your decision to have chicken for dinner. 
A close friend will ask you to hide some money; you are tempted to buy new trainers with it as she can't prove you have it. 
For the Leo worker a pay rise seems imminent, but first you must do something special for someone else after work. 
A Fox fur stole or Mink coat is left to you in a will.  Your Bisto Gravy vouchers might be worth sending in soon as the offer ends in August. 
A night out with the girls is a pleasant distraction from your yeast infection; but be careful of passing it on to a one night stand. 
A girlfriend uses your lipstick and gives you herpes. 
The music of Genesis boosts your love life.

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