I have no problem with getting older. Wrinkles, sagging flesh, extra flesh, aches and pains, being invisible to anyone under the age of 40 … what’s not to love? Yes, the best way to deal with growing old is to become delusional. You have to look in the mirror, and if you are lucky enough…

Some people love the winter: huddling by warm fires; wrapping up in scarves, hats and gloves; and the winter sun casts a beautiful light. But it’s not for me. Real fires make my throat hurt; I don’t want to spend hours putting on thousands of layers of clothes, plus I quite like to move my arms; and…

At 9pm on Sunday I asked my 15-year-old son how he was getting on with his homework. “Procrastination-ally” he replied. Keen to impart some motherly wisdom, I advised him that he would be happier in life if he got his work done as early as possible. I pointed out that he had had plenty of time…

I am thrilled so many of my friends’ children have just been offered places at Oxford, in fact I am delighted. I am so happy for them I feel quite sick. I am not even a teensy bit envious, I love my own children dearly, despite their failure to even get grade one in piano. I know…

I am very lucky I have a poor sense of smell. Not only does it help me to have a happy marriage, it also saves a fortune. I could splash out around £100 for some Chanel No5, but there is no point as I can’t tell it apart from Katie Price’s fragrance, which is far cheaper, as you’d…