When you own a car, you want to keep it looking good, maybe even give it a wash once a week. When you own a house, you try to keep it maintained and don't let the rot set in. When we own something, we look after it. We need to make the same choices with our bodies.

Those that preach tolerance have become absolutely prescriptive in what's allowed to be thought.

If you teach a child that appearance doesn't matter, what will be the next thing that child asserts her individuality over? Turning up on time? Turning up at all?

As much as I love a smart kid who can spell nicely, I love a giggling kid wrapped in loo roll pretending to be a mummy even more.

We may think we live in a digital age. But there are some things technology will never replace.

As parenting goes, knowing the whereabouts of one's children is pretty fundamental.

Corbyn has reignited Labour.

Clearly, children need to be aware of the news and current affairs. I buy my own children a children's newspaper so they can form their own views.

Sending a text and not having to talk takes the pressure off. You are always in control of digital conversations.

I spend a fair amount of time chatting to black cab drivers in London.

Why am I not just some old woman ranting in a room? I think because what I say connects with people's truths.

I love Remembrance Sunday.

I am a big believer in fun for free.

'Big Brother' reminded me that housemates should be aware of health and safety.

Being nice can make you feel very happy.

It's good that fat schoolchildren are no longer bullied, but it's worrying if they feel it's OK to be large because no one is pointing it out.

Remembering servicemen and women who lost their lives for their country is not about you. It is not about your rights or what you believe in. It is about respect.

Simply put, some people think they are above rules or even that rules are there to be broken. Once you start teaching that to your kids, this country is really in trouble.

If you can afford to eat yourself fat, you can afford to pay to go to WeightWatchers if you think that is the answer.

I have seen many a tear-strewn individual during my time working on daytime TV's morning sofas: individuals encouraged to share their views, ill prepared for the backlash that social media will deliver direct to you, unregulated and unrelenting.

I've always said when age or infirmity gets the better of me, I'm off to whichever civilised country lets the elderly die with dignity.

I think you can tell a great deal from a name. For me, there are certain names that I hear, and I think, 'Urgh.' For me, a name is a shortcut of finding out what class that child comes from and makes me ask, 'Do I want my children to play with them?'

Lots of people ask me, 'What do you do?' Apparently, being a columnist, TV bird, all-round good egg, mother of three, and wife of one is not sufficient for them.

When I hear a girl has had two babies by the age of 16, I think two things: Is she called Chardonnay, and what is she doing with her life?