I bumped into a neighbour yesterday. She asked how EastEnders was going and when she might see my name on screen.
I told her - Monday 27 October.
"Is that when you start?" she asked.
"That's the date my episode is being broadcast" I replied.
She looked bemused.
"I might be doing another one in December" I said, trying to impress. But it was too late. The damage was done. Now she knows that there are dozens of people writing for EastEnders, not just me.
I do like the idea that she thought I was carrying the entire weight of the BBC's flagship drama on my shoulders, sitting in my little shed knocking out four half-hour episodes a week.
On the other hand, she clearly doesn't think that writing a soap is anything like hard work.