I have three boys, so I live in a household full of testosterone.
I don't leave London, really, and I don't do theatre, because I want to put the kids to bed.
I'm feeling incredibly Botox-tempted as my face collapses around my shoulders.
I never ever Google myself. That way madness lies.
When I'm depressed, I definitely comfort eat, but I also eat when I'm happy. The only time I don't eat is if I am terribly nervous.
I think everyone is forgetting what plastic surgery is for - if you have a face-eating tumour, lose a breast or are involved in a car accident, then it's a good idea.