We were in the garden early one evening last week, planning to have supper with friends and enjoy the long, warm night. And then, we started to notice them. The ants.
I became aware of this condition only the other morning when I woke up and realised that with no DHL, Evri or Amazon delivery scheduled for that day I felt bereft. Something was missing.
I still recall touching down in the Bahamas for one role, looking after a billionaire. There was no script or director to my work days, but there was always drama.
My friend Charlotte Tilbury (pictured), the flame-haired beauty magnate, recently took one look at me and said she was going to send over some of her products to help with my appearance.
It's only in the past few months that I have regained an acute sense of smell. And the world is suddenly a very different and at times a rather overwhelming place.