Home alone

When I woke up, she had already gone out and her bed was nicely made, with a big plump eiderdown piled on top. I resisted that temptation and went back downstairs to see if she had left me any breakfast. (Cod with some chicken flavoured biscuits sprinkled on the top. Yum).

Now what? I saw her notebook on the table. She's always scribbling away in there, and sniggering to herself. I could just have a little glimpse I thought. I mean, it's not like she had locked it away anywhere. It was out in full view.

So, I climbed onto the chair and read the following:

Some astrologers choose to associate Cancer's physical characteristics with being average or below average height, having a slender small-boned body, short legs and AN INCLINATION TO GAIN WEIGHT.

Oh, I thought. At least I now know roughly when her birthday is.