Astrology of Now: Sorry!
If you have written to me in the last few months and have heard nothing in response, I apologise. Yesterday, I found that, for reasons too boring to explain, one of my email addresses has not been functioning for months! I am so sorry and I am endeavouring to respond to each of you this week.
Now this is, of course, not brilliant, but on the other hand, thank you Mercury Retrograde, because it might have gone on even longer. When little Mercury is retrograde, he is excellent at finding lost things. And in my case, he had just slipped into the third house — of, well, mail (among other stuff).
Right now, he is pretty much at a standstill, getting ready to turn direct, a particularly potent moment for all things retrogradey.
You have until tomorrow at 22.22 GMT (when Mercury turns direct) to find great-granny’s emerald brooch, the source of that weird smell under the stairs — and get a refund on that useless potato peeler.
PS Isn’t it odd that the relic of the saint for lost things, Anthony, should be his tongue! St Anthony was famous for his oratory…. Mercury much?