The Missing

1. Waking up at the beach, a leisurely start with coffee and papers.

2. An afternoon spent shopping, successfully, for winter clothes. I heart my tweed shorts.

3. At home I realise I've only bloody left my camera charger at mum's with my camera battery, so I need to resort to phone photos and the hassles and delays that will ensue. I get over it though. This is a picture of my shoes, which rocked. I was very, very high up. There is a lot to be said for looking the best you possibly can when it matters.

4. This evening I am at the press night for our show The Missing. It's a big fancy do and it's nice to be working at the desk. I haven't been required in this role for a while and, because I enjoy being in the thick of it, I have a good time. The show is a fine and beautiful thing, it looks and sounds gorgeous.

5. Home early, I don't fancy staying on at the party. Tucked up with pate and oatcakes, a film just starting I'm happy as larry. Until that is my power goes off and my own private horror film takes over. I would like to report that I was a brave wee soldier, but that wouldn't be true. I'm scared of the dark.