A black Russian terrier – I paid almost £4,000 for him.

A Tesla for my former husband. He didn’t deserve it.

My Patek Philippe watch collection; or my cars – an Aston Martin and Bentley Mulsanne.

An old camper van that has cost me more in repairs than my house, my wedding and all the holidays I’ve ever been on.

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.

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

Warm and bubbly.

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.

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.