Well done you, if you are still looking your best on 20 December. Hats off and a small round of applause — and turn the page. But if the wind and the fog and the booze and the work and the shopping and the debt and the late-night bingeing and the passing out with your make-up on and the prospect of the final Christmas party tonight (this, of course, is the one where your ex will be lurking, and Sod’s law senses the beginning of a spot throbbing on your chin) haven’t left you with a peach-like complexion then you are… a real, live person. With a life. So congratulations.