Claire Cinnamond

Husband puts on Bach cello concerto. Me: "is this Yo Yo Ma?" Him: "I don't think so. She can't play the cello."

"The cloud gets lost and diluted if it does not crash into the mountain, where it could become a storm." - Jean Guéhenno, on thoughts.

Excited about Matthew Bourne bringing The Red Shoes to the stage. A film about the passionate nature of dancers and dance - a perfect match.

Breakfast this morning: poached egg and avocado on toast with tomato salsa. Such a good start to the day.

Big day today. Builders in and @jcinnamond off to the nose doctor. Yes, he's finally getting the rhinoplasty and it's a BIG job

I know I am getting on, each spring seems more delightful. The sun, the blossom the birds seem to say 'you've managed another year'

It must be Spring. First morning i've ever seen the paperboy without his parka zipped up to the max and only his eyes visible.

The curse of the referendum. Watching the opera last night, I kept asking: Is Boris Godunov? Dear, oh dear.

Despite knowing full well the outcome of Operation Market Garden, I'm finding Cornelius Ryan's "A Bridge Too Far" utterly gripping.

He's out there drilling holes, wearing a luminous yellow pair of weightlifting gloves that my mum bought him for Christmas.

Shed building. The only thing that would ever get my husband out of bed early on both days of a weekend.

When an almond first met a croissant, an enduring love affair began.

I see "Sugar Tax" in a headline about the Budget and reminisce about the OMD album instead of thinking about the economy.

I hear bin men. Not quite as interesting a concept for making a film as seeing dead people, I grant you, but such is my reality.

New autobiography title: "Why is there beard hair on my slanket?"