I always thought I would be a terrible driver because I’m sort of a wafty person, but it turns out I am very good at staying in between the lines. I passed my test last year.

The other day, when I decided that maybe I had been too harsh on mid-period Sting.

There’s a house near me that I adore and it came up for sale, and I got to the point of nearly buying it and then pulled out because I’m trying to be sensible.

When I decided that Mavis Staples was right – I don’t need to despise myself.

Anything, because I’m a worrier. Also, if I’m working on a really exciting project, I can be awake like an excited child looking forward to going on holiday.

I cry a lot at films; my mother and I were champion criers at Meet Me in St Louis.

Complaining about the weather, because there’s nothing you can do about it. There’s no such thing as bad weather, only inappropriate clothing.

I’m very impatient – next question.

We’ve run out of champagne.

Not to be able to do the things that you take for granted, like running up the tube steps or going somewhere under your own steam.