You know sometimes when you look in the mirror in the morning and you get such a fright that all you want to do is cry "oh, noooo", and run back to the bedroom and hide under the covers for the rest of the day?
When I have one of those days and if I must face the outside world in order to get to work or something, I find it can be really helpful to have access to pictures of the beautiful people looking rough, because somehow it manages to take the edge of my own misery.
This is one of my favourite first-aiders. Sure, when she makes even the slightest bit of effort Ange morphs into a knock-out, but I can live with that, because if I concentrate I usually succeed in focussing only on our shared moments of looking rough. And that makes me feel a little bit better.