Whilst writing this book is also...

Became a mummy!

Deleted 60,000 words of this novel and started again.

Became addicted to Boots' loyalty card.

Became a godmother to Harry James.

Joined the National Childbirth Trust (NCT).

Had leaky breasts on National TV - it's wall to wall glamour being a novelist!

Visited Kew Gardens almost daily.

Painted my son's nursery with a nautical theme.

Stopped having any form of social life!