Where are you happiest?

In my tiny inner-suburban backyard garden, mooching around with compost and growing things. At dinner with my family. Or with my feet up and a good book in my favourite chair in the living room.

What’s your idea of hell?

Childhood sporting humiliations have left me with a dread of being in places where somebody might throw a ball towards me and expect me to do something with it. Other than that, venues where the noise is too loud for good conversation.