I've got a great relationship with my dad, but I can imagine how annoying it would be if I had to move back into his house.

The children break all my jewelry, so everything I wear is cheap - from Topshop or Dorothy Perkins.

The siblings of special needs children are quite special. Absolutely accepting and totally loving, from birth, someone who is different mentally, and has a different way of seeing the world, is a wonderful trait. It's a trait I wish there was another way of getting, but there isn't. And it does involve a degree of not having it fantastically easy.

I never ever Google myself. That way madness lies.

Middle-aged women on telly is a bit of a hot topic - before, we were 27 to 37, and now we're 40 to 50. You do notice as you get older... you go past 35, and suddenly you're playing baddies.

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.

I tell people that I'm a Christian, but I don't think it's giving an insight into who I am or what I'm about.