Carol Moore: I borrowed my sister's dog as my mental health therapist

My routine changed on August 2, when for the first time in 18 months I walked into the Lyric Theatre to begin work on Tara Lynne O'Neill's wonderful play, Rough Girls, about a women's football team in Belfast in 1917. My morning routine now includes lateral flow tests, physical warm-up with choreographer, Dylan Quinn, and vocal warm-ups with musical director, Katie Richardson - all before rehearsals with director, Kimberley Sykes. All wonderful creatives to help me get going in the morning.

I need my filter coffee and - usually - just toast and marmalade.

A typical working day is working at home or, at present, in the Lyric Theatre, so lunch might be something hot like soup if I'm at home or a sandwich if I'm at the theatre. In the theatre, though, I always feel like I need snacks, something like crisps and chocolate, so I might munch on those as well when I'm there.

I eat anything other than red meat. Chicken, fish, vegetarian are all popular and I'm obsessed with anything roasted. I would eat roast potatoes every day if I could.

During both lockdowns I was at home. I was researching a piece about the Belfast Blitz as the anniversary was coming up, but it was time-limited and didn't get funded. I began research on a one-woman play titled Flying about Lilian Bland, the first woman in the world to design, build and fly her own biplane, the Mayfly. I have a summer house, so spent most days out there writing. Lilian had to learn about the forces of flying to be able to design her plane and she went to the first air show in Blackpool in 1909 and took measurements of the planes on display. She must have had an incredible brain, but unlike Lilian it has taken me months to learn how lift, thrust, weight and drag actually work to get something into the air.

Ravioli with olive oil, lemon, chilli, garlic, spinach and parmesan.

Wine, of course, and crisps and sweets.

The garden has been so mindful. Five or six hours could go by and I wouldn't have noticed it. Everyone needs a rest from thinking, over-using their brains or worrying about the future. We all need to be more in the present.

Taking the dog round the block for a walk. I adopted him from my sister during lockdown as my mental health therapist.

In my summer house listening to music or pottering in the garden.

Tipple - Sauvignon or Pinot.

I haven't read a novel in a while and I've been so busy writing and long-term working on writing a book about Charabanc Theatre Company (1993-95), of which I was one of five founders. Give me another decade and I will have it cracked.

I don't have Netflix - I'm old school... But I am obsessed with The Handmaid's Tale, though.

I'm a lot more resilient than I thought I was.

With a garden I didn't really have cabin fever, but of course I missed other people coming over to enjoy my garden with me.

Family and friends, seeing good theatre and going to the cinema.

All of the above. I haven't ventured into a restaurant or a bar yet, so that would be lovely.

At a certain age, being expected to keep up with every technical/digital/online advance that comes along and to have every piece of equipment to enable that. Life is becoming more 'remote' driven and less people orientated.

Try not to sweat the small stuff. Mindfulness and being in the present helps with that. Doing things that I genuinely enjoy and being with true friends have become even more important.

I started drawing and painting and found that very liberating.

We all had to reach out to neighbours and it reminded me of the importance of living in a community.

Absolutely. We don't know the future. Seize every opportunity that comes along.