Just call me LeoSuddenly there is no more time for Grey’s Anatomy or the Wham! revival. The serialisation of To Hell in High Heels may happen as early as next week (after a dramatic bidding war between the Mail and the Sunday Times, as usual the Mail won), I am about to be interviewed on French national radio about French women as Two Lipsticks comes out here on March 17th and Leo thinks he’s a girl called Tinkerbell.

To the France-Inter interview first. This may sound significant but when you know it is going to be broadcast between five and six in the morning on Monday you realise that I am not yet what they call over here a “people”.

The Mail is very exciting - they say they are going to do a photo shoot. This time I am choosing my own dress, the last one they put me in made me look like a catalogue model.

And talking of dresses…..yes, Leo. He was last seen wearing a Cinderella nightie and Pocahontas wig. Rupert kept saying; “Repeat after me. I’m a boy, I’m a boy.” He sounded like Jack Lemmon in Some Like it Hot. To this instruction Leo squealed with delight and said “I’m a girl, I’m a girl.”

I am not too worried. I think it’s extremely healthy to just go with whatever flow happens to work for you at the time. He has spent most of his four-year life being either Spiderman or Peter Pan. This makes an interesting change.

I tried to calm Rupert down. “Fine,” he said, gently removing Leo’s black wig as he slept. “But I’m not going to his wedding.”

Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2008