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 tried the Atkins diet in the Seventies when pregnant with my son, as I didn't want to pile on the pounds. Now, so long as I'm healthy, I don't care what my scales say.

I dieted all the time in the Sixties, but we had no idea what dieting meant - we thought it meant not eating anything.

I am good at down grading - I have found I can live the same lifestyle in a two-bedroom apartment as in a five-bedroom house.

I'm very organised these days, and I keep my life in my handbag, like most women.

I'm not scared of snakes, spiders or heights. I have three children; as a mum, you can't be afraid of things like that.

I listen to my body, I give it things it wants and I eliminate things it doesn't want.