If I look back, my mother was always out. I can remember the perfume and her scarlet chiffon dress and crystal beads, going to a party. She used to play her violin at restaurants later on in life and at old people's homes. She loved the races, which she used to take me to as a child: our carpets were bought with her winnings. Loved her chickens.

Some people love Sundays; I don't, particularly. I used to rather dread them when I was younger. I was brought up on Sunday roasts, which I've always loathed. If I didn't finish my meat, I had to sit with it for most of the afternoon. No wonder I'm a vegetarian now.

I love Monet - I've nicknamed him King Blob. When you go up to the painting, it's a series of blobs - amazing.

I watch people from the top of buses who don't know they're being watched. It's quite fascinating.

Anyone who goes on the stage is a show-off, aren't they? Acting's weird.

I long for the day where we don't have to talk about our age as actresses.

Mummy always wanted the five children, and she knew she couldn't look after them all because she was this absolutely glorious woman who loved going to parties and going to the races, and she just didn't have time.