Good things: I'm still having The Affair. He is marvellous. There's something unbeatably thrilling about forbidden love in the lunch hour. Meanwhile, my designer is down working with me. Cardiff is suddenly a fabulous place.
Bad things: a combination of nicotine patches, office politics, whisky and sleeping tablets sees me staggering around the flat at 4 every morning, reading Dominic Dunne's account of the OJ Simpson trial and craving proper sleep.