Something so harrowing happened today that I can't get it off my mind. I took the children to watch the Tour de France come tearing through the tiny country lanes in a neighbouring village and I ended up comforting a woman as she watched her husband slipping away before her very eyes. I just can't comprehend what she must be feeling right now.
Last Friday I missed my train by three minutes. It meant I had to wait another hour to get home and therefore missed dinner with my wife. I had been on the road for over a week in countless different hotels, had travelled far and wide and therefore was tired and emotional. I felt really sorry for myself.
When I was 15 I was scouted by Storm model agency. I didn't quit understand. I was trying to force my friend into a 'shout' magazine modelling competition, a random guy with a belly and a clip board told me to enter. I couldn't even smile then as my mouth wasn't wide enough to embrace my braces, you could say; I would have difficulty however. I was absolutely terrified.
I'm extremely blessed to be the mother of a wonderful, exuberant and thriving two-year-old and (in common with mothers everywhere) I'm doing the best I can for my daughter to ensure she has a happy childhood, and a safe and secure future. Sometimes that's OK, but often the journalist will prod, looking for an angle, "How do you deal with the negative view of older parents?"
But 'Strictly' finished more than two months ago, which in tabloid terms, is a life-time. Which means that the press release we sent out for our comedy web-series 'Sally the Life Coach' was largely ignored. This therefore means, when it comes to doing press for our show, I need to, uh, do it all myself. So here goes...
New Year's Eve is notoriously a time to start afresh: stop smoking or drinking, lose a stone or take up running. The Ancient Babylonians did it, the Romans made promises of change and good behaviour to the god Janus, and in modern times, we sit down with champagne fuelled good intentions which are often due to fail by mid January.
Ask any sports star or pop star what they want and, without hesitation, they will say a 'Gold' or 'No. 1.' They set ambitions and then go about achieving them. I'm not saying we should all want a number one song in the charts, but shouldn't we all be setting goals for ourselves? Join a gym? Learn how to cook properly? Find a hobby?