I have one pug and one Czechoslovakian dog called Prazsky krysarik.

I have always had strong maternal instincts. Even when I was still a child I cut out pictures of prams from newspapers and imagined the feeling of pushing my own pram through fresh winter snow and seeing the wheels' tracks behind me in the snow.

I just want to live in peace and quiet.

No one who has experienced facing a screaming, boiling, hysterical audience can avoid feeling shivers in the spine. It's a thin line between celebration and menace.

I can spot empty flattery and know exactly where I stand. In the end it's really only my own approval or disapproval that means anything.

There is a danger of changing too much in the search for perfection.

The press has always written that I am a recluse and a mysterious woman, but I am more down-to-earth than they think.