Nothing gets you to mend your heart quicker than throwing yourself into work.

I have a Damien Hirst spot painting which I love. It has pride of place over my dining-room table.

The trouble is that as women we try to take care of everybody else before we take care of ourselves.

You have to trust your instincts and know that the right question or the right answer will come to you. You don’t always have to have the solution to the problem; sometimes it’s very interesting to watch somebody go through the process of solving the problem, but it’s got to be truthful.

Maybe I see myself with kids, given the right place and right moment, with the right person.

As long as you smile, have sparkly eyes and stick your shoulders back, nobody's going to notice your bum or your waist or your feet, for that matter.

Stylists aren't for me. I tried to use one when I first started working in the US, but I didn't click with anyone.