Every day, I woke up and had my bag sitting at the door. All I had to do was grab it when my agent called.

Around 6 am, as we were sleeping, there was a mighty explosion a thunderclap that woke me up. It was fireball after fireball truly amazing.

I'd rather be the girl-next-door than hear. 'Oh, there's the ho-bag.'

Its is not a question of just dashing in for a few minutes to grab a bag or a book. He spends at least a couple of hours there.

We played like garbage the first half before we woke up.

When I woke up late I knew I wasn't starting.