To my younger self. I was incredibly self-loathing and self-doubting, and I’m still undoing that damage 30 years later.

If I’m ever out of line, I’m very quick to apologise and try to make amends.

I’d like to say sorry to my mother. I had to choose between my parents, and I chose my father because he didn’t have any other kids. (My mother was a war widow and had two children from her first marriage.) I thought, in a childish way, that one had to be fair. It was very difficult for my mother and me, and we never really got over it.

To anyone I’ve worked with between 5.30am and 8.30am. I am not a morning person.

A cure for arthritis.

As you go through life, you discover so many forms of love – passionate, compassionate, familial, friendship. Love is hard to describe but it’s wonderful.

I saw a very expensive painting by a wonderful American painter called Charles Burchfield. I really loved it – it hit me in the solar plexus – and I thought if I did three extra concerts on tour, I might be able to afford it. And I did.

In London. When Blake [Edwards, her husband since 1969] made me laugh so much I wept. Blake says I slept with a smile.

A botanist or a florist.

Losing my singing voice. I had to have an operation and unfortunately it was not successful. I’ve not been able to sing since.