My aeroplane, a Diamond DA42. It’s a twin-engine aircraft and I bought her brand new to fly around the world solo. Very sadly my mum was diagnosed with terminal cancer about six weeks before I was due to take off, in May 2017, and she died early June. After that, I lost interest in doing it.

A Chanel dress. I bought it with my first proper paycheck and it was ridiculously expensive. It is also hideous.

My electric car: it’s a hybrid Cadillac.

Mabel, my wonderful classic VW campervan.

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.

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

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.

Warm and bubbly.