I cry at everything, even the length of the queue at Sainsbury's.

I have never done a package tour in my life. It appeals in a way, but then I remind myself that you can't control the other people with you, which could turn out to be ghastly.

I'm the co-chair of the PTA at my kids' school, Ashmount Primary, in north Islington, London.

Society prizes a girl for being thin more than anything else she might bring to the table.

If one's honest about it, spending time in a car with children is pretty ghastly.

If, however, you have richer pursuits in mind and know that no woman should be judged by how she looks - that everything she brings to the party is more important than the size of her arse - then refuse to be sucked into the never ending whirligig of self-doubting, self-hating madness that is stop-start dieting and crazy new exercise regimes.

When popularity is your only goal, doing well in class is going to feature very low, if at all, on your priority list.