12.15 am: Director calls " pack-up". A word which has become more special then a handsome bloke saying "I love you"

10.30 am: Off to shooting for Hello Darling. Was given a full "guard of honour" style send-off by my three pooches.

4 pm: Shooting going full-on. Am dressed like... well... er... straight from the Bronx n loving it.

4.30 pm: Shooting the song like heck... suddenly a stray dog comes and gracefully piddles on the speaker and walks off. Shooting disrupted due to laughter for 15 minutes.

6 pm: "Break time" watching one of my favourite horror films "Shadows" on "Lumiere" in my makeup trailer

7 pm: Finishing writing an article on Egypt (am their tourism ambassador) in between shots as they set up lighting. Will "walk like an Egyptian" post the article.

8.30 pm: So tired. Aching ankles. Hurt knee. Brain dead n some one dared to call me "beautiful" if you will, after all that. No object is so beautiful that under certain conditions it will not look ugly.

10 pm: Nearing "packup". Dad calls 'n gives love advice. "A good marriage should be between a blind wife and a deaf husband".. Now I presume I have to look for a deaf husband.

11 pm: Reading some tweets about me being... well.., "different", "not regular, run-of-the-mill diplomatic actress". I believe in order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different. Good night. Back to work...