The last book I read… 
The Body Keeps The Score. Essential reading for anyone interested in understanding and treating traumatic stress.

The last song I listened to…
Alice Coltrane’s piano piece Turiya And Ramakrishna – she’s an American jazz composer and that song is delicious.

The last box set I binged…
I try not to watch TV series as I have an addictive personality and I’d just stop working. But I did binge Black Mirror when I had the flu. I can’t say it was exactly relaxing.

The last meal I cooked…
Chicken tagine with olives – my mum’s recipe from Algeria.

The last message I sent…
was to my sister. We speak often; she’s very resilient, listening to my existential nonsense 24/7.

The last beauty product I finished…
Rose Inc cream. Rosie [Huntington-
Whiteley] is so passionate about ingredients. Also my Westman Atelier highlighter – if you’re grey and hungover it’s a life-saver.  

The last item I added to my wardrobe…
A 16Arlington sequinned skirt of dreams.

The last restaurant I ate in…
Dorian in Notting Hill. I had the finest crab  rosti, mutton chops and peppers, John Dory with clams and nduja. I’m still dreaming about it.

The last fashion mistake I made…
I keep wearing ballet pumps, which everyone hates because they’re stained but they’re just so comfy. I wear them with a skinny jean – unforgivable!

The last app I downloaded…
Meditopia. I am newly spiritual. After a bit of a rough year, I’m really seeing the benefits of meditating. It’s been incredible for my concentration at work.

The last holiday I went on…
Patmos in Greece, and I had the most relaxing time. For once I didn’t need to book another holiday to get over the first holiday.

The last day off I had…
I had a facial and a massage, and then I went for lunch on the canal in Little Venice.

The last photo I took…
was of my hand, wearing the two bracelets from my new jewellery collection. 

The last great piece of advice I was given…
Honour your instinct. When you repeatedly ignore your intuition, you are betraying yourself.

The last gift I gave…
a telescope to my bestie, Jamie, for his birthday, so he could be closer to the stars.

The last time I laughed until it hurt…
at a wedding during a never-ending speech. Imagine 200 people were dying of laughter but trying to keep a straight face. I cried inside.

The last occasion I felt starstruck…
watching Diana Ross live at Glastonbury.

The last thing people would guess about me…
I will never sit on grass. I blame my biology class; I was 10 years old and we saw all the insects populating it under a microscope. Ever since then, I feel weird about it, like I’m sitting down on a mini jungle.