When was the last time you changed your mind about something?

I can’t remember when I read, or was told, that he considered it a good thing to spend a short time every day thinking about death, thus getting used to its inevitability and coming to understand that something inevitable is natural and can’t be too bad, but it was in my early teens, and it struck me as a sensible idea. Of course I didn’t set out to think about death in a regular way every day, but I did think about it quite often, and sure enough, it worked. Why coming to see death’s naturalness should have caused belief in an afterlife to melt away, I am unsure, but it did.

This morning I decided I am not going to take a job that I’ve been offered.

I changed my mind on airing my views. Sometimes silence is better.

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.

July 2018, when I married my third husband, Roger, after two years of proclaiming that marriage at 76 was stupid.

Two days ago. To move to New York.

Oh, most days. I can watch a political programme and think, “That sounds a really good point.” Then someone will argue the opposite and I’ll think, “Yeah, he’s got a point as well.” I am constantly sitting on a fence.

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

A year ago. My understanding of what love is has changed immensely since.

Cancel culture: getting stuck on the discourse rather than looking at the system.

I woke up this morning thinking maybe I don’t want to be an actor any more, then I had breakfast and I thought: actually, no, I really like being an actor.

My mind is changing about being a mum. I got a dog and the way I feel about it is a lot, and I realise maybe I would want to be a mum.

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.

I am so obdurate I do not change my mind.

I almost pulled out of my first solo tour because of impostor syndrome.

I vowed never to marry, but we got married as soon as we could after lockdown. I used to think it was patriarchal but when same-sex marriage became legal, I thought: OK, great, this institution has finally changed.

I bought a house with someone and realised at the housewarming party that it was a mistake.

On Monday in therapy.

I’m trying to write my will and I keep changing my mind.

Last week, when I decided to rewrite the children’s book I’ve been working on.