Carey Mulligan is in the soft-play area of the National Army Museum with her two children, Evelyn, 3, and Wilfred, 1, and a friend who also has two children. Mulligan is multitasking — keeping an eye on her kids and having an adult conversation. I, meanwhile, am waiting on a tweed banquette at Electric House in west London. After an hour, Mulligan’s agent has tracked her down and I receive a text from the actress herself: “I completely forgot our meeting … I am soooo sorry!” She arranges for her mother to take Evelyn and Wilfred while she slips out to promote her latest film. When she arrives, we hug, because that seems like the right thing to do, and I try to make her…

Source: The Times October 13, 2018 23:34 UTC