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The one-person show at @sohoplace in London tells the story of a boy moving from childhood to adulthood, alongside his mother’s struggles with depression.

He decides to remind her – and the audience – of every brilliant thing life has to offer: the scent of freshly cut grass, the taste of crispy duck with sticky plum sauce and the joy of receiving a gift you wanted but didn’t ask for.

The cast of the play rotates – I saw Jonny Donahoe (pictured), who was fantastic – which gives me an excellent excuse to see it again. I left the theatre with a spring in my step and tears in my eyes.

I’m also making my way through the Outlander book series, and am enjoying the eighth novel, Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, which follows 20th-century and her 18th-century husband Jamie through the American revolution. It’s pure escapism – and a guilty pleasure I don’t feel remotely guilty about.