I am lucky to have good Polish skin that doesn't wrinkle so I might be around for a few years yet.

I'm lucky not to have a nine-to-five job.

Mum used to hide love letters from my boyfriends and put me down. Now I understand that she was a Polish immigrant forced to settle in Chicago. She was jealous of the freedom life gave me.

I am a lucky, lucky person.

I am really lucky with my skin. It comes from my mum. Fashion tip from Cherie: drink lots of water.

I'm lucky enough to be with someone, and I am happy.