My weekend was a jumble of black coffees, sunglasses and delayed train journey’s. I found myself wondering if it was normal to take a one year old on an adventure to London? Normal I think, unless, like me, the sole objective was to locate a bag of brussels sprouts. More difficult than you might imagine on a blistering hot day in sunny April. We succeeded, my partner in crime and I, and drank traditional lemonade to celebrate.
Monday marked the start of shooting for my new book and I can't help but feel excited, I think it's going to be beautiful.