Do you ever feel out of your depth. The bills have landed on the doorstep, and you don’t understand a word? Do you read the small print?

I am still efficient with bills, but not first hand, as I have had an assistant who has run around for me for the last ten years. But when I do see them, they make me shake; I feel sick and remember nothing. I still can’t read a solicitor’s letter - although for my divorce I spent months in their company - as they have a secret code which is incomprehensible. They drive you crazy, then send you a bill you don’t recognize. This causes confusion for no real reason.

The Paris flat leaves my head spinning with its piles of paper.  The other occupants, who come from another age, try to pull fast ones because I look like I have some cash.  As I have done up  my flat and they haven’t done theirs, they think I will pay  for all their outgoings. I  have to get eyes at the back of my head.

As for doctors they always want to fiddle in areas I don’t ever touch. I hate visiting them, and I hate entering hospitals. The thought of staying overnight fills me with horror. Will they whip out my kidneys, or put me on that morphine drip to kill me off? Do you notice that they also speak in a language no one understands and treat you as if you are educationally subnormal? They remind me of nothing so much as my family.