It's horrible, horrible, horrible. It took a year and a half until I found out that I had post-natal depression.
People say, what is she thinking? I'm thinking: fun; cash; travel.
I'm so bored of all these girls who have written about 20 books by the time they're 25.
You can go to the doctor a million times if you're feeling down, and get nowhere, but if you go for a run it makes you feel really good.
I do tend to overdo everything.
I don't miss my pin-up days. I'm far too old for that malarkey.