Hurtful, hard, like concrete but also the soft, silky, smooth, cool pillow that you lay your head on. It’s like birds singing in the morning with the aurora going over your head at night. That’s love for me.

Like a warm velvet glove.

Exultation, fear, quiet comfort and even hate.

Laughing and silliness.

I cleaned the toilets at the local pub every Saturday morning.

That moment in Bilbao in 2020, when I tried to cross the street and did a pirouette and suffered a dreadful break in my right leg, which means now I have 10 screws and a band in it.

I loved my 1 minute 40 seconds singing at the coronation of King Charles. I was the most nervous I’ve been.

In 2006, I went fishing for red snapper in the Gulf of Mexico. On the way back, one of the engines caught fire and then we had one engine for 70 miles. Slowly but surely, we got to Baton Rouge in the darkness but then got very close to a very large passing ship – they didn’t see us and we didn’t see them.

I’ve been a strong advocate that all my five children should be great swimmers, so you can deduce what my fear is.

“You’re a wonderful musician but a terrible friend.” It was Daniel Barenboim, the famous conductor, because I didn’t have time in the calendar to work with him.