I am proud of my cake-making image but life is not that perfect. There are socks in my fruit bowl.

People ask what the secret of a happy marriage is. If there is one, it's 'don't talk about it.

I know some actresses who used to be older than me who are now younger than me - I don't know how they do it.

As a child, I wanted to marry a farmer, but no doubt the reality would have been very different to the idyll in my head.

I learned basic cookery from my mom, taught myself cake techniques and then got fed up with my own cakes not looking as good as the ones in the shops.

Listening to my regular favourites - Mozart, Beethoven, Brahms and so on - I always feel, quite misguidedly, that nothing can be too bad if such beauty and brilliance exists in the world.

I've never particularly liked the idea of looking back; I'd rather look forward