A week off, the perfect opportunity to get into a set of brilliant habits inspired by magazines, Twitter and enthusiastic friends.
The dream of spending every morning waking at dawn and doing yoga on a beach watching the rising sun.
The reality is a week of British rain and another stinking cold. I spend two days in bed trying to blow my nose without removing more skin. By day three I have a red nose, my rosecea has flared up and I still can’t get my contacts near my streaming eyes.