My old boss used to remark that the problem with having your head stuck up your arse* is that only one of your senses is working. Yes, wisdom of dinosaurs but a salient observation nonetheless. As we chewed over yesterday and the day before that on this page, April is built on revisiting old scenarios or past mistakes whilst being agitated and niggled on most fronts.

When Uncle Pluto crashes the party, the ripples are tectonic. This no holds barred change agent employs chaos and disorder as his primary missile system, smacking his lips as our shadowselves come out to play. None of us are immune to his influence, though not all of us are charmed by his rumblings.