At 2 a.m. I find myself wide awake; a combination of worrying about my brother and Cricket snoring. Unable to sleep, I finish reading Mrs Dalloway. It’s such a good book. I love how it all takes place on one day and is written in a stream of consciousness. It’s totally inspired me.
OK, so I’ll never be Virginia Woolf, but what better way for me to try and describe all my thoughts and emotions from the day ahead?