My husband and I are heading for the smoke today to see the Grace Kelly exhibition at the V&A, whose elegance and beauty is still unsurpassed. The story of the Hollywood star and Princess of Monaco continues to fascinate us all and I’m really looking forward to seeing her clothes and learning more about her life.

We have also booked tickets for the West End to see the five-star rated Arthur Miller production of All My Sons, starring the superb David Suchet and Zoe Wannamaker, a gripping drama about guilt and tortured lives. I remember sitting next to the wife of Suchet at a friend’s wedding – he was away filming – and hearing about their family. He is such a genuine guy.

Everyone has secrets, and this play has plenty to unravel dramatically. It is based around Joe Keller, a thriving businessman who reveres the twin American gods: family and profit. That, ultimately, is his justification for his wartime action of allowing defective parts to be fitted to air force planes, and letting his former partner take the rap. But, in the course of a single day, Joe is confronted by the consequences of his moral abdication. One son, Larry, died three years ago in the war. And when the other son, Chris, decides to marry his dead brother’s fiancee, both Joe and his wife, Kate, realise that the lies by which they have lived are destined to be exposed.

It’s clearly going to be a day of highly charged emotions….