SHE didn't wear jingly-jangly jewellery, live in a caravan or have a Mystic Meg-style bob. But I was hoping Margaret Solis could get me some answers from above.

She's a Glasgow clairvoyant and psychic who found out she had "the gift" at the age of three when she had a chat with her gran - who had died before Margaret was born.

Since then she's been to Hollywood to see what's in the stars for the stars and even predicted Madonna's marriage.

But I wondered if she could tell me if my relationship road is going to continue to be as rocky as Madge and Guy's.

You see, though I've had a few texts from Dougie Howser MD since our second date, he's now gone quiet.

So I headed to Margaret's very un-spooky South Side semi to hear what she had to say.

"There are two new people in your life," she proclaimed after I had picked out two tarot cards at random from the pile she'd laid out on the purple velvet-covered table.

"One of them is a wee bit flash with his money. And is he younger than you?"

"Yes!" I said, trying to hide my delight.

That's Dougie!

He's definitely on the flash side - he took me for a dinner at the Chip, which cost roughly half my monthly mortgage.

But sadly the stars could offer no solution to my silent phone since then.

"The other one's more earthy," Margaret continued. "Likes to wine and dine and go to the theatre and music."

Hmm. The only earthy people I can think of are the old guys with allotments near my flat.

Maybe there'll be a gardener like on Desperate Housewives there tending to his petit pois?

Then Margaret said something shocking.

"You will get married and have babies by the time you're 32. You will have a beautiful wee boy first and then I think a wee girl," she said, smoothing her long blonde hair.

So I am going to find a man! But if I have to wait five years let's hope it's a long engagement.

And I do quite fancy wearing a meringue - as long a I can fulfil my dream of getting married on a beach somewhere (not Ayr though, please).

But babies? No thanks.

I have enough trouble sleeping already.

But Margaret had more.

"Have you met Ewan McGregor?" she asked.

"No."

"Well you will. You're going to be doing something with him."

"Riding on the back of his motorbike hopefully," I replied.

But then she said something shattering.

"He's not here," Margaret said, shaking her head.

"What?" I said.

"The person you're going to end up with. He's not here."

"Where is he then?"

"He's abroad."

"Abroad?"

Well that could be handy.

Because next week I'm going to Tenerife. For an appointment with Margaret, visit www.margaretsolis.com