Judy Murray: Out of MasterChef in the first round… I’ll never live it down

“It’s an adventure, what’s there to be nervous about? What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

After everyone watched last week’s episode of Celebrity Masterchef, I guess you could say those were my famous last words.

I absolutely loved my experience on the show, especially meeting all the different contestants, but I don’t think I fully appreciated just how difficult the challenge was going to be. Cooking in your kitchen at home is one thing, but remove your own utensils, familiar oven and relaxing glass of wine, and it can be a recipe for disaster.

I started out with high hopes, but after John Torode described my first dish of apple and raspberry crumble as “sandy” I knew I needed to up my game. Unfortunately, my performance didn’t improve.

But a Murray going out in the first round of a competition? I’m never going to live it down with the boys…

Be kind, like Caylie

Two youngsters in the news caught my eye last week for very different reasons.

The first was Nadim Shamma-Sourgen who, aged four, is still learning to read and write, will have a book of poems published next summer.

At the risk of sounding cynical, I’m guessing there was more than a little help from his mum, who “transcribes his thoughts”.

The other was Caylie McKenzie, five, from North Lanarkshire, who is well on her way to becoming Scotland’s answer to Greta Thunberg.

After rubbish was dumped in the burn near her home, the kind-hearted girl recorded a video to ask locals to “be really kind to animals” and stop littering in their local community.

Well done, Caylie. I’m with you all the way.

Food, fizz, trim. Result

Finally, after months of trying to tame my messy mop of hair, I managed to visit my hairdresser.

I can’t tell you how pumped I was to revisit that salon, even if it meant wearing a taped-on face mask throughout, and no magazines or coffee.

It was so nice to get my colour sorted and feel more like my old self. I even managed to meet friends for lunch, which was the closest I’ve felt to normal in four months.

A new ’do, no joggers or trainers, and posh nosh with fizz. Phenomenal.