You know what it’s like. Deadline looms, you’re stressed out, you think you might not make it, you might not bag that interview unless you put in dozens of calls, you might not be able… 

Somehow, while trying to avoid all that nasty bank holiday Monday traffic and via an aborted trip to the expensive ruins of Kirkham Abbey (£2.50 admission to see some barely remaining heritage!) we strayed on… 

We wandered down by the River Ouse today, near Fulford, where a lucky few boho types live on houseboats. Once again we appreciated and felt humbled by our lovely York surroundings as we dribbled ice… 

I am now confident that I will get The Worst Seat in the House written in advance of the night before my appearance on the stage at Hull Truck. I am off to the spiritual… 

Starting the weekend by eating 20 of Ikea’s Swedish meatballs is a good thing to do. I laugh in the face of M’s Mediterranean Roast Vegetables with Cous Cous.

I didn’t so much meet Alan Plater as shout out his name really loudly during a conversation before turning round to find the little old thick-lensed man standing right next to me. This was a… 

Occasionally there’s a bit of comfort to be had when talking to other writers. Had a chat on the phone today with Patricia Cleveland-Peck, who’s just about to have her play about the 1920s celebrity… 

The cover is about to be closed on Banana Yoshimoto’s Amrita. For some reason it’s taken me about a month to read it. But, now I’m so close to the end, I don’t want to… 

Driving in, listening to Wes Montgomery’s Bumpin’ as the sun rose over the A64, I felt like I was in a film. The cool soundtrack continued for the next 38 miles, with Hammond organ, sax… 

Sunday night. Just 12 hours before I’ll be setting off for work. I just hate the way that makes me feel.