My marriage started to go badly wrong after I had my second son.

My mother was an opera singer and my grandmother a concert pianist, and they only liked classical music. If I put on a pop record, they would tell me to turn it off, so I only listen to classical.

All my family were brilliant cooks when I was growing up, but I ended up just cleaning up, so I've always lacked confidence in the kitchen.

If I can't be happy, nobody can be happy.

I don't think I've ever come to terms with not having had a father around, and that's why I made so many mistakes with men.

Sometimes I think I've been too honest, and other times, too explicit.