Later, Lisa has nipped out to some kind of modern-day Tupperware party, where women who have no time to shop invite friends to their homes to buy clothes. It is a gorgeous day and my sister rings to say she's in the communal garden up the road. Do I have time to go and say hello and be back in time to give Jasmine her lunch before we go house-hunting at 12.30? Will Lisa be cross if I'm late? These are the dilemmas my life is filled with.
"I'm a born rebel," I tell Jasmine as we dash out.
We have a quick lunch in Chiswick to discuss the four houses we have just viewed. I bump into the comedy actor Nick Frost, who I first met after a doing a cameo in Shaun Of The Dead. Perhaps Chiswick isn't as dull as I feared.
In the afternoon, we walk in the park with some friends, having gently encouraged Stephen, a brilliant photographer for Reuters, to bring his camera. He shoots off a few frames and I know they will make me gasp. Jasmine is excited to discover daisies.
It's early evening and I canter around the organic food store. I used to be scornful of those who came here; now I shop nowhere else, convinced by the taste and fearful of putting anything factory-farmed into my daughter until she is old enough to enjoy a Big Mac. I go home and cook my mum's chicken curry recipe while Lisa sorts out Jasmine and makes tiramisu.
At 8pm, our friends arrive bang on time. That never happened before kids. Tim worked with me on a show and introduced me to Lisa, who worked with his wife, Pippa. Now, much more importantly, we play in a band together. But we don't talk rock'n'roll in front of wives - they don't take us seriously. Oli has been my friend since we were eight and was my best man. I was his when he married Claire. I still don't understand how we all got so grown up.
At 1.15am, I realise we haven't been up this late for ages.
At 7.30am, Jasmine is awake and I realise I'm too old to drink. We spend the day slowly. Newspapers, lunch and a quick trip to Peter Jones to buy baby stuff. Jasmine is cute and quiet. By 8pm I am feeling human as we prepare for our fixes of 24 and Invasion. Ed, my oldest friend, drops by for a beer. I add pizza and chocolate cake. No wonder I'm fat.
· Krishnan Guru-Murthy is a broadcaster and journalist.