An earthquake in Peru forced me and a young man into the street, where he had to introduce me to his family at three in the morning.

One time I got so drunk in the Soho theatre in London that I fell asleep in the disabled toilet for two hours. People still call the toilet Rosie’s Bedroom.

When I was doing a masterclass at a theatre and I had to leave the stage because I was about to shit my pants.

I did an interview years ago and, after it finished, I made some passing comment about sex getting better as you get older – and they used that as the headline. The day the paper came out, I was in a restaurant with the family when a woman on the table next to me leaned over and said, in a sultry voice, “I read your article this morning.”

I really admire Bonnie Raitt. She is a singer songwriter who has been doing what she has been doing for so many years and she recently won the song of the year Grammy for Just Like That. I loved the validation that creativity never stops, you can keep doing the things that you love.

Losing my memory. My mom had Alzheimer’s disease, and I never ever want to have that decline.

I was opening in a play in my 20s, and my agent came on opening night, brought flowers, took me out to dinner and then told me she was no longer going to be representing me.

Like waves of warm water rippling on to the shores of your heart.

Having breast cancer.

Anything and everything.