Lucy Punch thinks she lacks a lot of mothering skills. But there is one area, the comic actor concedes, where she truly thrives: in making every day fun and silly for her two sons, aged seven and three. Even after wildfires came dangerously close to her house in Los Angeles, where she lives with the boys and her mystery husband (Punch, I discover, is very private), she managed to keep the children entertained.
Returning home after being evacuated, one of them acted as though he’d been on holiday because he’d had such a brilliant time. “Meanwhile, we’d been looking at our phones, going ‘F***ing hell, help,’ and crying,” the 47-year-old says, her elastic features miming her hysteria, hunching over an imaginary iPhone. “It’s such a small window when you’re a kid, so I’m just trying to make it magical until they’re confronted with teenagerdom and the reality of life.”
