I am not a great believer in horoscopes – or, indeed, a believer in them at all – but I am a Capricorn. While I will have no truck with such nonsense, that means my star sign is the old goat. A few months ago, I met a woman at a party who turned out to be something of a horoscope oracle and she explained how my goatish qualities might sometimes display themselves. Don’t worry – it has nothing to do with ramming you in the rear with my giant horns or even eating your hat.No, it was, she said, more about how Capricorns approach life. We are sure-footed or, rather, sure-hooved. Our dainty cloven cloppers are matched with rather thick ankles, which means that, if we take our time, we can be relied on to eventually edge up the side of the sheerest and craggiest of mountains. You might need to give us a moment but we will get there. Annoyingly, some of this resonated (mostly the fat ankles part), though when I recounted this to the other half, he said, “That’s just her saying that you are a bit boring.” His smile faded, however, as I charged at him and knocked him flying from the alpine path of life.My January has not been dry. Well, it has been dry in parts but with squally fronts of wine descending at the weekends. Nevertheless, I will be glad when this month is over and we can all revert to form. While I am not opposed to change – indeed, I seek it – January is filled with too many conversations about how people hope to transform everything from their finances to their physique (you have to remember to leave your scepticism parked in the reality-check garage). But our ability to suddenly become free birds, look like strippers when naked, to diverge, to transform, is about more than just willpower. It depends on our hard-wiring. If you are essentially a goat, sorry, but you need to embrace it.