Before Mittens heads off on holiday for some feline fun, she’s here one last time to reveal her summer predictions
April 19th – May 13th
You should avoid the Balkans, i.e. yeast infection central, while InterRailing.
May 14th – June 21st
Here, stop pretending that you will continue to read or write in any capacity this summer and save yourself a lot of guilt.
June 22nd – July 20th
I foresee a few games of football, some lolling about on the beach, romances based on the mass consumption of 99s… Oh wait, no, there’s rain; lots and lots of rain. Disregard everything I just predicted, Gemini, and pack a brolly.
July 21st – August 10th
Cancer. Man, that’s an unfortunate name.
August 11th – September 16th
Once you get past these exams, the world will be your oyster. It’s a shame you’ll discover that nasty allergy you have to them in June.
September 17th – October 30th
Best. Summer. Ever. You’ll meet a guy as he’s splashing around in the ocean and enjoy a whirlwind romance, before you transfer to his educational institute next semester and have to undergo a makeover to win his heart. Oh no, that’s Grease; that’s definitely Grease.
October 31st – November 23rd
You’ll probably rewatch The OC at some point in lieu of beach-adjacent romantic shenanigans and young person angst.
November 24th – November 29th
You have never, nor will you ever, tan. Your skin shade this summer lies somewhere between a rich fuchsia and danger red.
November 30th – December 17th
You will die. How? I don’t care.
December 18th – January 20th
Your holiday to some non-descript Greek/Spanish island will end in financial ruin and a miraculous boating accident.
January 21st – February 16th
You’ll get a job and end up asking yourself ‘what summer?’
February 17th – March 11th
You won’t get a job and find yourself with no money to fund your summer, and ask yourself ‘what summer’?
March 12th – April 18th
Watch out for European sex traffickers, not the most savoury of folk.