A. Chocolate-hobnobs green-tea cashew-nuts wine ebay
A. 'Failures are finger posts on the road to achievement.' C. S. Lewis
A. Don't roll your eyes: writing the first chapter of my latest Big Idea (the stage when you're still madly in love before it becomes a 'steady relationship' that you have to work at). This would be happening in my office/treehouse, a glass-fronted shipping container in the branches of the oak tree in my garden in the country. If I had an oak tree. Or a garden in the country.On equal pegging would be fossil hunting in Lyme Regis, or eating blue cheese.
A. Death. Mine and the people I love.
A. In my tree house.
A. Anne Boleyn, only she had more guts than me.
A. My mother-in-law: the nicest person I've ever known, and consequently the most loved.
A. 'I've had it up to here with you two.' and 'Half a kilo of stilton, please.'
A. Wasting my teenage years being sulky and miserable when I should have been having fun.
A. If they turn out happy and well-adjusted, my kids. If not, my books.
A. Being too eager to please. (Is that ok?)
A. I'm quite funny. Honestly. You have to be there.
A. The first person to time-travel or pass successfully through a worm-hole to a parallel universe.
A. Ask my husband. Housework related inadequacies probably.
A. Manchee, from 'The Knife of Never Letting Go' by Patrick Ness
A. Doesn't everyone prefer villains to heroes? The devil, probably.
A. Days having 500% fewer hours in them than they did when I was a kid.
A. Swimming/watching Game of Thrones.
A. GSOH, a liking for country walks, and muscles like Khal Drogo.
A. Well, der. Cheese.