I'm the one by the backdoor - I am not the one in the middle of the party.

When I look in the mirror, I sometimes think I'm getting old, but then I have two generations behind me so that helps puts things into perspective. I am a grandmother now, but at least my nine-year-old grandson Jude calls me Glamma and not Granny.

People keep asking me if I'll marry again. It's as if after you've had one car crash you want another.

When I was young I used to smother myself with olive oil mixed with a dash of vinegar to keep the flies away and lay in the sunshine for hours on end. But we knew no better then. Now we know how stupid that was.

I can not remember even thinking that I was deaf when I was dancing.

I have to concentrate more intently when people speak. I always have to position myself on their right side so that I can hear out of my left ear. I sometimes get a crick in my neck from listening. But I don't there's too much else.

I genuinely enjoy talking one-to-one. I have no shyness about that.