I always thought I would be a terrible driver because I’m sort of a wafty person, but it turns out I am very good at staying in between the lines. I passed my test last year.

Retirement – I thought it was a bad idea.

When I now think of how the uncertainty about my own future, and the proximity of death, threw me into torment, careering wildly between hope and despair, I look back in wonder at how little I thought about the effect I had on my own patients after I had spoken to them. I did worry that if my tone of voice was too pessimistic the poor patient might spend what little time they had left feeling deeply depressed, simply waiting to die. So I tried to find a balance between telling them the truth and not depriving them of hope. After a patient died, I only occasionally heard back from the family, so I had little way of knowing whether the way I had spoken to them was appropriate or not.

I woke up this morning thinking maybe I don’t want to be an actor any more, then I had breakfast and I thought: actually, no, I really like being an actor.

A perfect cup of coffee – warm, bittersweet, anxiety-inducing and delicious.

Christmas elf at the Rainforest Cafe.

I’d swap out a few boyfriends.

Doing a compulsory standup routine in my first week of drama school.

Getting to 39 without having a filling in my teeth.

Tenacious, romantic, organised.