I got through my teen years by being a bit of a clown.
Very quickly, without really looking back or trying, I was just suddenly lifted into another sphere.
I was often very, incredibly naughty, and if I didn't come home at tea time I used to be sent to bed without any dinner. But people used to bring me things: I was better fed in bed.
I sort of was good at writing essays. I was never very good at mathematics, and I was never very good at algebra. I loved science, but I wasn't sure of it.
Blank House was exactly a nice empty sheet where nothing was accountable because you were so naughty that you were in Blank House.
If there was a distraction I'd get up and jump out the window. I was quite out of hand. In schools like that I don't think they expect that girls are going to behave in such an outrageous fashion.
Both my parents were doctors, and my mother had her surgery in the house. There were six children.
You never came home for lunch: you just stayed doing, playing, having fun, surfing, running round.
I had a place in England and was commuting from England to Australia, which is pretty stupid, but after two years I sort of knew what I wanted to do, more or less.
I don't think in my family anyone looked after anyone. It didn't matter how old they were.
I had a quick ear and could pick up languages.
My father said, If you want to do acting, you have to be successful, which is a silly thing to say.
Once, the parental bed collapsed because all the children sat on it at once.
I never used to sleep much. I think we all go through a bit of a time like that where we rage about. If we don't, I don't think you've ever really lived.
I learnt the theory of movement, which I still teach sometimes. I was very, very ambitious to learn a skill.
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