Britain's Got Talent was a huge hit in our house. My kids, aged from 21 to eight (I've only got three; the one in the middle is ten) loved it and were glued to it every week. Our personal favourite was Stavros Flatley. The humour and affection between father and son was a joy which lit up their uninhibited performances. They were brilliant. Their lack of talent was more than made up for by their attitude, which seemed to be "we are having a great laugh and making great memories that we will dine out on for years." It was wonderful stuff.

At the other end of the scale was Susan Boyle. Like everyone else I was very moved by her beautiful voice and I was cheered by the fact that here was a middle-aged woman who has clearly missed all the widespread advice about botox, anti-ageing creams and even a good eyebrow trim. But what a talent. I read about her life in Scotland, where she was clearly a well-known and much-loved member of her local community, active in her church and living quietly with her cat, and it seemed idyllic.

So as the press interest in her increased I did start to have some concerns as to how she would cope. And so it is with sadness I read she was admitted to the Priory Clinic after the final of Britain's Got Talent. Perhaps fame and massive fortune are not for Susan. I am now hoping she will be surrounded by good people who will care for her and give her the best advice.

And that may just be to look back on all this as a wonderful adventure, a story to tell around her fireside in Scotland as winter closes in and the nights grow longer. Maybe it will be enough to just be a local hero, rather than an international one. Either way - I wish her well!