The prime minister.

A surgeon. I studied pre-med in Holy Cross College for four years and then I went to acting school.

A private detective.

No, not at all. I grew up on an estate in Gloucester, with no real sense of what I wanted to do, but I was never afraid of hard work or getting stuck in. School didn't always suit me, but when I found myself in a kitchen at 18, washing up, everything clicked. It was the energy of the space, the pace and the teamwork that I fell in love with.

Not winning Celebrity MasterChef. I am still gutted, despite many months of pretending to be fine with it.

When they ruin my story because they think theirs is better, so butt in before I’ve finished mine.

The early days of motherhood. We lived in a sweet little bungalow in LA that had a pool. We threw lots of parties. We had a cute dog and a mad Siamese. Trump had never been president, we’d never heard of coronavirus, Claire’s Accessories was still going strong. Good times.

When I ruin someone else’s story because I think mine is better, so butt in before they’ve finished theirs.

My Auntie Jane. She took me in, aged 10, and, after my mother died, healed my broken heart by filling our dining room with food and people. Still cooking at the grand old age of 89. My icon.

My Siamese cat, which I had freeze-dried after she died. I really think their future partners will like it.