As you go through life, you discover so many forms of love – passionate, compassionate, familial, friendship. Love is hard to describe but it’s wonderful.

Writing about how much you love your wife is bad form, it seems like boasting

Like you can do anything.

Magical, warm, but also butterflies.

Now. During the period of Covid, I have had the opportunity to rethink and I’ve got a new gift of cherishing now.

When I had a bicycle accident when I was 24. I was on a bridge going down; the bicycle broke and I smashed to the ground, face first. I broke my jaw and my teeth, and had to have plastic surgery. It all took half a year and then, funnily enough, I got my first big job – a TV series – with what I thought of then as this big, ugly scar.

I spend most money on my garden.

My vain side would like to be remembered as someone who did good for others in some way. But I would be happy if my children remembered me.

Acting, when you don’t want to do it or you disagree with everything, is almost like having sex with someone you don’t like. I had one experience like that on stage, in a terrible version of The Cherry Orchard. I put on a wig, dark-coloured contacts and just hoped no one would recognise me.