When the surgeon told me I wouldn’t be able to play the cello again, in 2013. I have a herniated disc and it’s pressing on a nerve in my neck. I announced I was stopping playing in 2014. I absolutely did not want to stop.

A reviewer once called me “artistically bankrupt”, and it doesn’t feel like reviews can get much worse than that.

“And for you, sir?” It happens a lot.

I stopped drinking 18 or 19 years ago, and in an argument someone who will remain nameless said: “Oh just go and have a drink.” It was nasty.

I campaigned for a creative industry regulatory body, and that’s now happening in the next 18 months. It’s called CIISA [Creative Industries Independent Standards Authority]. I’m proud that I set the ball rolling and dared to challenge the establishment.

The first time I remember being truly happy was with my children on Ainsdale beach, not far from Southport. I spent £15 on butties, and we spent the whole day by the sea.

As someone who tried, who had dignity, and stuck to what she believed in despite the storms.

The really terrible things that are happening in the Middle East made me cry for two days after 7 October. All those poor children on both sides.

I changed my mind on airing my views. Sometimes silence is better.

Without naming names, some people I’ve put a lot of faith and trust and love into.