If someone could answer my emails.

If everybody was kind.

People seeing their own greatness, rather than buying into their fears.

On an iPhone, why can’t you close all open apps at once, rather than flicking through them all?

When my first husband died, because it felt like my life was over, and it was challenging to keep in life at the time.

I wouldn’t change anything. When I was 29, my first husband died, so I learned a new way of thinking about life, which is: there are many things that you can’t control.

Listening to a song that my brother-in-law – the brother of Jason, my first husband – wrote, about how hard it was to live without his brother.

My mum, for the way that she brought up her three children and managed to make her money work. She worked as a cleaner for all these families we went to church with. She would cycle there with my little sister on the back of her bike – we didn’t have a car. She had an amazing mind for planning and organising so that we got to do ballet, we went to Brownies.

I remember being a teenager and writing this romantic short story in the style of the Brontës on a computer and I didn’t realise that the person whose computer it was could just print it out. A group of boys had a couple of pages and they were all reading it.

I’m not really ashamed, but I haven’t read Lord of the Rings.