I was in Superdrug with my mum and my daughter, Phoebe. She was being particularly miserable and she looked like death. I then realised that she was on drugs (baring in mind she is 12!) and when I questioned her about this, she said, "I've taken them before with Megan's dad, but I'm not addicted!" Next scene; my daughter was pooing in the corridor. "Go on, give her a hug!" my mum said. "No, not when she's taking a shit!" I replied, horrified at the suggestion. Next scene; I was walking down the street when I saw my friend, Liz. She was on the phone to a friend and I remember grabbing it from out of her hand and saying "I love you!" down the phone. I then hugged her and didn't let her go. Rather than push me away, she embraced me. We then parted ways. Next scene; I was casting people for a new film I was directing. There was this fabulously flamboyant gay guy who I felt was perfect for the role. "He's the one!" I said.