A year ago. My understanding of what love is has changed immensely since.

My mind is changing about being a mum. I got a dog and the way I feel about it is a lot, and I realise maybe I would want to be a mum.

July 2018, when I married my third husband, Roger, after two years of proclaiming that marriage at 76 was stupid.

I used to be “Mister Disinvestment.” Now I would like to be Mister Investment and say, “Come! Come and be part of an exciting, exhilarating process. Come in! Come in on the ground floor and see a people do something that’s probably never happened before, people seeking to become something radically different from what their antecedents would have made us believe they were likely to become.

That they were loved.

Time blindness.

A garden chair from the Chelsea flower show. It was almost the price of a small crappy car.

I wouldn’t because everything is connected with everything else.

Connection, warmth, somebody you can trust and, quite happily, say nothing to.

To have made people healthier and happier.