I'm not sure I make old bones in parliament. It's an amazing experience to have had but I can't see myself being Mother of the House.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
It's been a long while, but, thank God, now I've been able to get my mum a house.
I originally worked as an archaeologist in North Carolina, and when bones were found police would take them out to the bones lady at the university, and that was me.
It is true that I entered parliament at the age of 23, and have now been representing the people of my constituency for over twenty years.
My mum made me feel if I wanted to become prime minister, I could do it.
It has been the greatest privilege of my adult and public life to have served, for 32 years, as the Member of Parliament for our local Highlands and Islands communities.
If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.
Bones tell me the story of a person's life - how old they were, what their gender was, their ancestral background.
It's funny landing parts now where I'm somebody's mum. I remember the first time I was asked to play a mum. I was easily old enough, but because I didn't have any children, I thought, 'That seems really grown-up.'
Women have worked hard; starved in prison; given of their time and lives that we might sit in the House of Commons and take part in the legislating of this country.
When I vacate this sack of old bones I won't care what you do with it. Bury or burn it but don't make much fuss.