Sheila Beryl Grant Attenborough, Lady Attenborough (born 5 June 1922 in Liverpool, Lancashire), known professionally by her maiden name Sheila Sim, is an English film and theatre actress and the wife of actor and director Richard Attenborough.
Sim was mainly active as an actress in the 1940s and 1950s: amongst her credits are the role in the Powell and Pressburger 1944 film, A Canterbury Tale; she starred alongside her husband in the Boulting brothers' The Guinea Pig of 1948; and opposite Anthony Steel in 1954's West of Zanzibar.
In theatre, she notably co-starred with her husband, Richard Attenborough, in the first production of The Mousetrap by Agatha Christie, which opened in London in 1952 (creating the role of Mollie Ralston). This thriller has since become the world's longest-running production of a play.
After recruitment by Noël Coward, Sim has actively served the Actors' Charitable Trust for more than 60 years. She was instrumental in the success of two redevelopments of the actors' care home, Denville Hall, in the 1960s and 2000s, and is currently a Trustee and Vice President of the charities.
Annie's sitting there at the corner of the bar.
It's the barman's observation, "She looked better from
afar."
There's a man sits down nearby, she asks him for a light,
While the muted television sings the story of the night.
So he passes her his lighter, and she lights her
cigarette,
He smiles at her politely and he wishes her the best.
She might grope for conversation, but a smoke will do
instead,
So she holds her conversation with the echo in her head.
There's nothing I believe in, and there's nothing left to
say,
As I sit here at the table and I drink the night away,
And tomorrow may be better, tomorrow is okay,
Tomorrow's still tomorrow, and I'm stuck here in today.
I'm driving in distraction, inside, outside my head
And my thoughts are living things made of shadows of the
dead,
Tessellating patterns in an endless ricochet
Collide, kaleidoscope turns and I can't turn away.
It's the right way, it's the wrong way, it's the stone
and it's the knife,
It's the origami folding and unfolding of my life
And the beauty that once held me, did I let it slip away?