A Cessna Golden Eagle eight-seater aircraft. I flew it across the Atlantic both ways and did two US tours and two European tours in it. I finally sold it and got a job as an airline pilot in which I was paid to fly, rather than the other way round.

My hybrid car. Not glamorous, not fast, but indispensable.

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

Legal advice. It was worth it. Know your rights.

Not having four children.

I spent the earlier part of my life being late for everything, so there was a joke that my tombstone would read The Very Late Patricia Hodge.

Two days ago, at a family wedding, remembering Richard, my cousin. He was 11 months younger than me and we were brought up like brother and sister for the first four years of our lives. He died of a brain tumour when he was 55.

In the minutes, hours, days and weeks after having my children. I was 42 and 45. There’s nothing like new life.

I wish I could say sorry to my husband, because I couldn’t save him from his dementia.

Not applying myself enough at school.