It’s Red Nose Day. And without wanting at all to take away from the serious message of the day - the need for more research into Sudden Infant Death Syndrome - I just have to say, I have woken up with a very red nose myself. It happens when you go through a box of tissue in a couple of days. But now I just look like I’ve been drinking gin rather than Lemsip. Looks like an IPL session is in order very soon - there’s little else like it for blitzing broken capillaries into oblivion. Anyway, I’m signing off the diary for a week and a bit. Am off on a mid-winter holiday and it couldn’t have come at a better time. You might not be too jealous though. It’s going to be all things vegan and yoga. I can’t believe how excited I am about it - considering only a year ago my dream holiday would have been basking by a tropical pool, pina colada in hand. But I promise I won’t be too zen on my return. There will be no talk of dreadlocks, mung beans, or ditching the rasor. After all, I have a very deep superficial side that would be hard to shake off. Lucky for you huh?

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