I remember nobody could believe how bang-on its predictions were.
My mother got my birth chart drawn up when I was born, like literally at the hospital. She’s a very pragmatic person but loves to check our horoscopes in the Sunday papers when we meet for weekly coffee dates. Mum laminated the aforementioned birth chart and read it aloud four years ago, for my 21st birthday speech, before handing it around the room as some kind of fun fact sheet on my life. I remember nobody could believe how bang-on its predictions were.