I've got an image of me at the bottom of my garden sitting under my silver birch tree reading, while everyone else had gone somewhere exotic.

I've learnt that if I tell myself I'm not allowed something, I binge on it later. So if I want chocolate, I have chocolate. If I want biscuits, I have biscuits. I love cake. I just love cake.

Being mean about other people isn't on my radar.

I know that I've overfed myself trying to prop myself up because I'm exhausted.

Id never choose to turn the clock back.

I think it's unnecessary to be mean for the sake of being mean, but I do believe you have to be truthful, but with love.

In school nativity plays I was always the bloody little donkey, I was never Mary.