I get lots of letters, and I reply to them all personally.
I’ve never entertained the idea of retiring because I’ve never regarded myself as having a proper job. Anyway, retirement can be the death of you.
I don’t bother with computers, although I have an electronic reader.
I can’t say my life has been dominated by tragedy. I refuse to accept that. I’ve had less than some, more than others.
I can talk through anything. I even talked while I was having my tonsils removed in Ardentinny when I was in the ATS.
I was a procrastinator and a bookworm but I passed all my School Certificate exams, the equivalent of O-levels; I got three distinctions, three honours and three good passes.
I think when you are older, you should be slowing down, but I wouldn’t like not to work as I would get rather miserable.
I was always taught to say thank you for everything, good or bad.
I’m technology illiterate.
I don’t want to live to be 100.
I was always in love, constantly.
I was having the worst year of my life before the offer from ‘EastEnders’ came through. I was 58, my kids were grown up, and I had no money and few offers.
I usually have about 16 pills a day of various descriptions – I also have minerals from Salt Lake City and amino acids that get sent to me from Australia.
As long as I am capable of working, and can learn lines and move around, I will carry on. I’d be utterly bored if I stopped.
I can play CDs and I can use an ordinary mobile.
I want to wear colours that cheer people. Forget all this navy and beige and black.
I didn’t want my book to be soapy – maybe it’s my vanity but I think I can write better than that.
I felt an intense loneliness after my sister died. I was seven at the time, she was eight, and I realised after her death that she accepted me for who I was.
You’ve got to laugh in the face of disappointment.
I’ve got extra lenses inside my eyes to try to help me read better. They help with peripheral vision, but I’ve got no central vision.
If I’d stayed at home I’d have married as a virgin. But, in the heady post-war years, I fell in love all the time.
I think that’s why a lot of people are very lonely and get ill when they’re older, because I think loneliness and having no motivation, nothing to work towards… I think it kills you.
I would be happy if I were Jesus. I’d like to fix everyone else’s problems more than my own.
I’m a perfectionist – but as someone once said, ‘What else is there to be?’
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