All right, I hear you. I know I’ve been looking a bit The Only Way Is Essex lately and, like you, certain people close to me are concerned.
My husband Billy Connolly, for example, would prefer me to keep my cleavage a little more under wraps.
‘Couldn’t you just wear a sensible vest?’ he complained to me yesterday.
His comments came after photographs of me appeared this week wearing a super-tight dress at a theatre premiere.
I realise that I look like I’m hiding a couple of giant blancmanges inside the frock but, to be honest, I’m just relieved I actually have some cleavage again.
I absolutely loved my seven-month stint on Strictly Come Dancing — which ended more than a year ago — but it depleted my fat reserves to the point where I was taut, but twin peak-less.