Women today are bombarded with so many messages, like we should have Naomi Campbell's body and Madeleine Albright's career.

I realize it has become too easy to find a diet to fit in with whatever you happen to feel like eating and that diets are not there to be picked and mixed but picked and stuck to, which is exactly what I shall begin to do once I've eaten this chocolate croissant.

I'm no good at anything. Not men. Not social skills. Not work. Nothing.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that as soon as one part of your life starts looking up, another falls to pieces.

Eventually, I manage to cheer Mum up by allowing her to go through my wardrobe and criticize all my clothes.

It's rather fun writing a female spy, because she has so much more kit. Bond never carried a hair dryer or a makeup bag. And he certainly didn't wear an uplift bra.

Can officially confirm that the way to a man's heart these days is not through beauty, food, sex, or alluringness of character, but merely the ability to seem not very interested in him.