A car, which is used like a van; I should have just bought the van.

I splash out on holidays and scented candles – I’ve got one that my fiancee won’t let me light, so it’s just for show.

A table that used to belong to David Bowie: it was £13,000.

An ornate carved pool table. With travelling, I’ve not had a game on it in two years.

Talking in cliches. We have the most economic, resonant and versatile language in the world, yet so many people use it in a dull and boring way.

When I first met Richard, in 1992, on a British Council writers’ tour of Adelaide. We were drinking Australian lager while parakeets squawked rudely in the neighbourhood gumtrees.

Working as the assistant to an agony aunt on a women’s magazine. When we didn’t get enough heartbreaking letters, we made them up.

We live in a fearful age: Brexit, Covid, global warming, cancel culture, war in Ukraine. Add in pancreatic cancer and you find me in an advanced and complex state of anxiety.

Like coming home.

The film of Restoration. A beautiful cast. An award-winning designer. A massive budget. A dog’s dinner.