What time are you up? If my mum’s kind enough to have the children, we’ll be up at 9, 9.30am – which is now considered a lie-in. Breakfast or brunch? We always have a good breakfast and an early-ish dinner, around 3pm. But we’re a no-set-rules kind of family. Nothing’s set in stone. Any housework? Not other than clearing up after ourselves in the kitchen. Sunday’s aren’t the day to be doing any washing – absolutely no way! Sunday is the day of rest. We’re going to be doing absolutely nothing. Monday morning, we hit it hard. Exercise? When the weather’s nice, we like to go to the woods with our three rescue dogs. Obviously the dogs still need walking when it’s rainy, but we’re not as quick to get out of the house then. If I’m feeling energised, I’ll do a virtual Pilates/yoga class with my trainer. What were Sundays like growing up? Sometimes we’d go to my Jamaican nan’s house in London with my dad for the typical Sunday rice and peas. There was always reggae playing in the living room and too many people around the table. Or my mum’s mum would come over for a traditional English roast. Ideal Sunday? If I could snap my fingers and go anywhere, it would be Cornwall to watch the dogs running in and out of the sea on a beautiful beach. I love the ocean. Sundays pre-lockdown? For the past eight years, January, February and March have been the busiest months of the year for me. But at the moment, with lockdown, not being able to go anywhere, I’ve gone back to more of a ‘normal’ routine. Sunday is the day we all get to bed early. Lockdown Sundays? Not having the option of visiting friends or going to a restaurant means they’re different. Monday to Friday, there’s so much to do: work, home schooling, running a full-time kitchen. Come the weekend, I feel that light relief. You give yourself a break, allow yourself to let go, switch off. You need that.