​This is my seat. After spending lockdown in a tiny flat in Glasgow, I came down to Sheffield to see my parents as soon as we were allowed, and it felt safe(ish) to travel again. I'm lucky that they have a beautiful garden and both love gardening, so after months of house arrest with little else to do, it was glorious! I never usually get to visit in August (hello Edinburgh fringe) so it was an unexpected joy to see it in full bloom. We've had this garden chair since I was a baby, and it's part of the furniture of my childhood. Over the last month, I kept trying to sit out on the balcony and work, but I'd always end up just staring out across the leaves, breathing the air, feeling the sunshine. After an extraordinarily difficult six months, this chair has been a place of safety and warmth.

What was the last piece of live theatre I saw? I was on tour just before the virus struck, so it's all the way back in February! I was in Nuremberg at Panoptikum festival with the wonderful Imaginate, and the last show I remember was A Story of a House That Turned Into a Dot, by Teatret Gruppe 38. It was a beautifully dark shadow puppetry show, and a little slice of magic. It feels very long ago, and very far away.

Even longer ago, the first theatre I saw was probably panto! The first that I remember, though, was being ten years old and seeing a production of A Chorus Line at the Crucible in Sheffield. My mum had just started working in front of house there, so we got free tickets to all the in-house shows, and I was blown away. I can't wait to get back to that feeling, and for kids right now to be able to have their own experiences of live performance. I miss being in a room full of people all experiencing the same moments of ephemeral magic, that vanish as soon as they appear.