I keep telling myself to calm down, to take less of an interest in things and not to get so excited, but I still care a lot about liberty, freedom of speech and expression, and fairness in journalism.
My job is to get to the heart of a story, to find out what's really going on; to get it verified and, then, to get it out to as many people as possible as fast as.
I was sent to a nice Church of England girls' school and at that time, after university, a woman was expected to become a teacher, a nurse or a missionary - prior to marriage.
I was timid and frightened as a child. Yours truly did not shin up mountains or do any other kind of adventurous stuff.
On the Northern Ireland question, for instance, the British and Irish governments prohibit media contact with members of the IRA, but we have always gone ahead, believing in the right to information.
I have never been attracted to any kind of violence.
When you are covering a life-or-death struggle, as British reporters were in 1940, it is legitimate and right to go along with military censorship, and in fact in situations like that there wouldn't be any press without the censorship.
But in the first Gulf war the United Kingdom was not under any threat from Iraq, and is still less so in the second one. Then there is no justification for obstructing freedom of information, particularly as nations have a right to know what their soldiers are being used for.
I will never retire.
Beslan, where the Russian authorities stopped live coverage of the school being stormed, was an illustration of the progress we still have to make.
I sailed through my childhood with a complete lack of any drama.
Hair is also a problem. I remember once, when I was reporting from Beirut at the height of the civil war, someone wrote in to the BBC complaining about my appearance.
I've never been one to sit around and eat my heart out. Life's too short.
War zones are dangerous, protests can be violent, also, natural disasters are difficult to cover, so there are going to be risks.
In Sierra Leone last year there was just the two of us hanging out of a helicopter and, when we were in Bosnia, I drove an armoured vehicle, thousands of miles.
I don't sit there and speculate. I'm not that sort of person. It wastes time, actually.
Up until about 12 years ago we never, ever, wore flak jacket or helmets but now the nastiness has got worse.
The better the information it has, the better democracy works. Silence and secrecy are never good for it.
People always seem to assume that we have a full, back-up support team - make-up, costume and a driver - but usually, in a war zone, there's only me and the cameraman.
Now children as young as nine carry AK47s which can kill 30 people in seconds.
