I SUPPOSE it was a hangover when I was in college, but I don't like going out on Saturday nights. I think it's deeply uncool. Of course, if someone invites me to dinner or a house party then I'm very happy to go, I just can't get excited about hauling myself into the city centre and fighting my way through crowds for a drink or a taxi. I suppose it's partly because I go out a lot for work during the week - to launches, functions and meetings, so I get my fill of free drink and nibbles and I visit all the new places as soon as they open.

Because my week is so busy, I like my weekends not to be. Even though I left home 10 years ago I still find it an exciting prospect to wake up on Sunday and think that, if I wanted to, I could spend the whole day in bed. Not that I ever do.

My bed has hundreds of cushions all over it and I use them all. I wake up surrounded by a flurry of them, like marshmallows.

I'm very particular about my pyjamas too. I was in New York over Christmas and stocked up in Brooks Brothers. My father thinks the baby blue ones look corporate, as if I'm about to take a meeting in bed.

I share a house in Ranelagh with two barristers. We got broadband recently, and I like to spend some time lying in bed e-mailing and writing letters, very oldfashioned I know. I moved to Ireland a few months ago and I'm trying desperately to stay in touch with all my friends and family back in England. I do manage to get up for a Bodypump class at Riverview at 10am.

On my way, I look enviously at people out with their dogs. I left my Weimeraner with my parents and I do miss him terribly although I don't really agree with big dogs in the city.

I buy all the papers and spend the rest of the day devouring them with my housemates over coffee and the latest scurrilous gossip from the Law Library. They're so entertaining I don't feel the need to go out and love just pottering around at home.

We're all very neat and tidy so the household chores don't consume us. I'm very conscious that there may come a day when my weekends are not my own in the way that they are now, so I take pleasure in enjoying myself, in doing exactly what I want.

In the afternoon I might go to Dundrum to food shop, although I'm still working my way through an enormous Harvey Nix hamper someone kindly sent me for Christmas. I do love their food. When I was at college in Trinity, my mother used to send me over food parcels and she'd always include their sundried tomato mayonnaise. I was obsessed with it. Now she sends packets of dried cranberries from Costco.

They're delicious.

Because a lot of what I write about is beautyrelated, I do make a big effort with my clothes and make-up during the week.

I'm a different person at the weekend, totally liberated in tracksuit bottoms and a Barbour. I am slightly concerned that I'm going to meet a PR in Tesco one Sunday and ruin their impression of me.