Friday is my night for letting my hair down, and once a month a group of my old male friends will come down and stay at our house in Hampshire.

I get very few nasty letters. A few from people who disapprove of the fact that I'm getting naked on television yet again. I don't know why - I suppose they don't like the idea that I'm doing that while I'm married with children.

The ability to suspend reality and go into a make-believe world can be really, really difficult if there's something really big going on.

My parents didn't want me to be an actor. They didn't think I could take the rejection, and I have to say they were probably right.

Being rejected is not nice, and it never gets any easier no matter where you are in your career.

I'm worried about losing my hair. I think if I lost my hair, I'd lose a lot of parts. And I don't want to get fat. I'm always worried about that.

I pay our nanny more than Im earning.