Little gifts from London – and the day Jamie Dornan cried on set for his three daughters

New York – a grey morning Thick clouds, slightly overcast, rain in the forecast. Jamie woke up in the quiet hotel room, made a cup of coffee, sat down by the window. He looked down at the street – yellow taxis, hurried pedestrians, cups of coffee in hand, life moving quickly like a fast-forward movie. But in his head, the image was not New York. It was: – Amelia tying the youngest's hair before school – The eldest daughter hugging the guitar, sitting on the sofa playing a light melody – The second child laughing loudly because she spilled cereal out of the bowl A gentle but deep nostalgia crept into his chest. It was no longer the sharp pain of the first days away from home. It was the nostalgia of a man with a real family – and knowing he was missing the most precious thing. He muttered: “I wonder if the kids remembered to brush their teeth before school this morning…” He smiled to himself. Then put on your coat and get ready to go to the studio.