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

In 1992 I was in New York, and somebody showed me a work by Louise Bourgeois. I never realised that sculpture could move me, and I was so affected by this piece that I bought it. It was a lot of money.

A Savile Row suit. Never again. Although I love it, I still feel guilty about what it cost.

A designer green jacket from Selfridges I bought in my 20s for £700, a ridiculous amount of money. My family and friends said I looked like a peace activist and I never wore it again.

All the things I ought to have done.

Undiagnosed VIPoma in 2018.

In rehearsals. The play is very funny about mothers and daughters, but one of the gags hit a raw nerve.

People are often traumatised by the sleeplessness in the first years of their children’s lives, but I was insanely happy to be married and have two children. The only dark cloud was how much we were loathed for having babies who slept through the night.

My mother says I had a plan to be a farmer’s wife and a violinist, going to concerts at the Royal Albert Hall in my tractor.