I have three boys, so I live in a household full of testosterone.

A Local Government Stationery Store is something to behold. It's like walking through the back of a cupboard into a really dull Narnia.

When I'm a brunette, it's four times harder to hail a taxi. Then I go blonde again, and suddenly there are taxis everywhere.

Getting a new passport took me a stupid amount of time. I had to go back five times with different photographs because they kept saying I was smiling, which is against the rules. I was not smiling.

I start the day with the intention of doing 4,000 sit-ups but then have to work.

My mum's from Yorkshire and my parents aren't snotty or posh - they're very hard workers, both of them.

Once you have a Down's syndrome child, you can't conform. In a way, you're free.