Buying art…. But it makes me happy!

When I was 18, I bought a boat for a million pounds and sold it a year later for just over half the price.

My Austin Healey.

An apocalypse escape vessel – a steel hull ice-capable sailing boat for all the family that has almost zero electronics and is manual operation throughout – armed with an array of weaponry.

I’ve done some acting jobs where everybody’s gone out of their way to make sure that you feel annoying and easily replaceable.

I have a deep-rooted fear of being in trouble. I once tried to sneak into the back of a photography exhibition with my husband when one of our kids was in a pushchair. We’d arrived late and he suggested we go in through the gift shop and see the last room. As we poked our heads round the door, the security guard noticed us. I shouted, “That man’s trying to get in!”, then ran away.

Those abduction situations where you’re packed in a bunker for 30 years.

Confident, stressed, greedy.

Realising I was never going to make it big in professional swing dance.

In the orange blossom-filled streets of Seville, snogging on a park bench.