When I woke up today, my first thought was … Where is my coffee? (It arrived, seconds later, delivered to my bed. I start the day like the Queen.) In my new book, Apples Never Fall, tennis coach, wife and mother Joy Delaney goes missing, leaving her kids to figure out what happened. If I were to disappear somewhere, I would go … Anywhere that required a passport. As I write this, I’m in lockdown, unable to travel more than 10 kilometres from home. So I’m dreaming of an international holiday. My children, George and Anna, would describe me as … I had assumed the answers would be: kind, caring, loving, superior to other mothers. But what I got was: ‘sort of floaty’ (floaty?), ‘sleepy’, ‘sneezy’, ‘not that strict’, and…
