I'm spectacularly disorganised. I wrote my latest book in seven different notebooks scattered throughout my house.

Every time I start a new piece of work, I spend a long while under the duvet thinking I can't do it.

I don't know why women are so mad about flowers. Personally, they leave me cold. I prefer trees.

Love is the only thing that keeps me sane.

I am surrounded by counselors. My sister is a counselor. My daughter is training to be a counselor. A lot of my friends are counselors.

I took my sight and mobility for granted.

I have decided to keep a full journal, in the hope that my life will perhaps seem more interesting when it is written down.