Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery and flattery is, of course, the sincerest form of ingratiation. Hey, what’s wrong with a few well-intended lies? I think every therapist should be trained in this delightfully dark art so I was already inclined towards Shirley Page’s organic chamomile facial oil before a drop of it had landed cheek-side, because my dream of a therapist at Lux Le Morne in Mauritius said it would suit me better than Shirley’s rose oil. “That’s really for older women,” she confided. It was all I could do to stop myself from demanding she pack up all her worldly goods and return to England with me, just so she could whisper those five little words (okay six for pedants who don’t count abbreviations) in my ear every morning. It was an unnecessary bonus that the oil actually worked. My skin looked super glowing afterwards (I’m meeting Shirl The Girl, whose fans include Lisa Snowdon, above, in the new year to get the lowdown on her excellent facial lymphatic drainage technique, which I will share with you, natch). In the meantime, I’m always telling people to make their own facial oil but lets be honest, the vast majority of us will knit a lentil nativity scene before we get around to such apothecarial endeavours so buy a bottle of this stuff instead. Contact Shirley on firstname.lastname@example.org.