I'd been a housewife and mother to our son Thomas Jefferson, and I was looking for a new career. So when my agent called and said a producer named Paul Elliott from E&B productions, the biggest panto company in the country at the time, wanted to meet me I agreed.

I had a husband who, I'm convinced, was an undiagnosed manic depressive. He didn't treat me as if I had a brain - I was just this beautiful little doll he could show off.

I know a lot of people didn't expect our relationship to last - but we've just celebrated our two months' anniversary.

The ideal man doesn't exist. A husband is easier to find.

Think of your pension and start saving. Like my father, I have been a spendthrift, and I regret that.

My father had his own business, a clothing store, which he inherited from his father. He travelled abroad frequently and was quite extravagant, so we had skiing holidays and summer holidays on the beach.

I was brought up very conservatively. My father was positively Victorian - I wasn't even allowed to wear my hair down.