One cold wintry day in London, I was dreaming about salad nicoise—one of my favorites.

I'm just like any other regular mum; cooking, cleaning, wiping butts, picking up after kids, being a wife and helping the kids with their homework. Mind you, I'm terrible at maths. I can't even do my six-year-old's maths homework with her.

People have become inappropriate. People have pushed too far. People have climbed one too many fences. I'm just tired of it.

I'm not sure how healthy bacon is in general, but I know it's incredibly delicious.

~I think what surprised me the most about motherhood, as sentimental as it sounds, is how much I love my kids. I mean, I just can't believe it. It's like a whole new dimension in emotion that I've never experienced.~

My dad always said he couldn't remember a time when I did not want to act.

My life comes down to three moments: the death of my father, meeting my husband, and the birth of my daughter. Everything I did previous to that just doesn't seem to add up to very much.