I treated myself to a facial the other day. After my panic at realising there was a foot massage included subsided, it was an incredibly relaxing and enjoyable experience. As I lay there after it was done, I felt like a new woman. My skin felt lighter, brighter and clearer, and I was sure that when I summoned the energy to get up from the massage bed and look in the mirror that I would be blinded by my new-found radiance and beauty. So imagine my surprise when, rather than coming face to face with a woman reborn, I saw what looked suspiciously like my normal self. Only a little redder. And blotchier. As if I'd stood too close to the kettle while being lightly slapped around the cheeks.