I’m going to confess I haven’t finished The Climate Book by Greta Thunberg.

I used to give a fantastic talk about Frankenstein and Dracula, but I’ve never been able to finish either book.

The Great Gatsby.

I never finished The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir.

Listening to a song that my brother-in-law – the brother of Jason, my first husband – wrote, about how hard it was to live without his brother.

I remember being a teenager and writing this romantic short story in the style of the Brontës on a computer and I didn’t realise that the person whose computer it was could just print it out. A group of boys had a couple of pages and they were all reading it.

All the big ones – climate change, safety for our children, money.

My mum looks after our kids all the time, but on the very few weeks she takes time off, doing it all is a big juggle. My mum is a combination of Mary Poppins and Angela Davis, so I’d clone her.

I wouldn’t change anything. When I was 29, my first husband died, so I learned a new way of thinking about life, which is: there are many things that you can’t control.

When my first husband died, because it felt like my life was over, and it was challenging to keep in life at the time.