Quotes from Susanna Reid

Without hugs seeing a face on a screen carries a weight of meaning and emotion.

I've never worn Prada, I'm more TK Maxx than Harrods, I've always found clothes from the catwalk don't usually flatter my shape.

I've always had to drag myself to fancy parties and steel myself to walk into a crowded room. The pop of the red carpet camera bulbs might look like fun, but I make a swift dash up that celebrity catwalk, worrying about whether the photographers have caught an unflattering angle or a gust of wind will whisk away my fake ponytail.

From the outside, it looks like I've got my life sorted, but all too often I find myself awake at night, worrying about keeping all those spinning plates in the air.

I won't hold back from sharing my opinions. But I'll also be fair, taking on the topics of the day with a positive, no-nonsense attitude - and a great sense of fun.

Ageing is a blessing, and I feel every inch of 46.

I have never subscribed to the idea that it's necessary to greet someone in the office by wrapping arms and touching backs.

I have a long-held reputation in the studio for being someone who definitely doesn't do professional PDAs.

Shutting people away, cooped up in cramped accommodation, is a recipe for frustration and despair. It is impossible for families in one-bedroom flats to get space from each other. No garden, no balcony, no patio means little activity for children.

Cats are notoriously fickle. Regular feeding at a different house might be enough to tempt them away, insensitive to your own feelings of attachment.

Social media has become a dark place, and the sites need to clean up their act if they want people to keep using them.

But for women - and, yes, this is strictly applicable to females - grey hair is still a rarity, especially if you're in the public eye.

Sometimes, the best way to handle all the nasty comments is to send a snappy reply to one particularly foul one. Trolls need to know that if they are rude, they may be made an example of.

Don't ask me why, but it always feels intrusive to look at other people's junk.

When my first grey hairs appeared in my 30s, a senior BBC producer quietly took me aside and told me to cover them up. It was the first time I realised being youthful was a job requirement - looking older was not allowed.

Talking about weight at all - even your own - has become increasingly tricky, especially if you dare to say that you would quite like to lose a few pounds.

And the more goals we set, the more we ramp ourselves up into bouncing coffee beans of caffeinated fury, ready to fly off the handle at the slightest trigger.

I don't get time to read often - the last hour before bed is somehow always spent clearing up the day's mess instead.

Behind the glossy hair and smart dresses you see on TV, this is who I am: a busy working mum like any other.

Sleep deprivation and I are old friends. I've been familiar with it for almost 20 years, ever since I started getting up at ridiculous o'clock for breakfast TV.

But when you work long hours, you never want your children to think they're not a priority - so something else in the schedule has to give instead. Inevitably, the thing to go is time for yourself.

The modest three hours a day I spend with my colleagues is about right - I certainly couldn't imagine going into quarantine with them.

There is only one Piers Morgan. But no one is completely irreplaceable, no matter who they are.

I won't be cycling to work any time soon. It's too dark when I leave home at 4am, there's too many speeding drivers and helmet hair wouldn't look good on air. But I still want to do it.