Work or pleasure? I know a lot of people think Sundays are your day off, but it’s one of my busiest days. Being in the city early on a Sunday morning makes me feel I’m one step ahead of the world. Sundays growing up? I grew up in Ireland with my mum. We would always go to mass on a Sunday, which was more of a community thing than a religious thing. My Sundays are still religious, but in more of a spiritual, personal way. Sunday grub? I feel as if I have done a full day’s work by 2pm, so I deserve a Sunday roast. I love all the trimmings: roast potatoes, mashed potatoes, cheesy potatoes. I haven’t eaten red meat since I was 15. Growing up, I didn’t have much choice, but now I’m delighted that there are so many vegetarian options. If I don’t do a roast, I’m a big fan of no-fish and chips. Sunday housework? Housework? On a Sunday it just doesn’t feel right. The washing up might get done, just about, but that’s about it. Sunday should be a reflective day, looking back at the week and thinking, ‘OK, what do I have to do next week?’ Sunday TV? Normally by the evening I’ve eaten so much that I’m in a food coma, so a film is perfect. I’m lucky to have a mini television in my bathroom, so a film while I soak in the bath is even better. Don’t judge me, but I will happily watch a Christmas film in June. Nothing makes you feel better than a Christmas film. Elf is one of the funniest films there is. Last thing before bed? I take the dog for a walk, check my diary and set my alarm. I’m also trying to read, to cut back on the blue-light scrolling, but I can only usually last few pages. I’m quite lucky: as soon as I’m in bed I seem to fall asleep very quickly.