​​Early worm or lazy bones? I’m up by 9.30am to take out the dog. He’s called Uhtred, son of Waltheof, from [novel and TV show] The Last Kingdom. He’s an American king corso, so he’s a big boy. Who takes who for a walk? We bop together. You know how they say dogs resemble their owners? He definitely resembles me. Family time? After the dog’s done, I take my seven-year-old daughter and four-year-old son for warrior training at the Shaolin temple to do roly-polys and cartwheels on the mats. Lunch? Before lunch, I go into the shower of love and use special shower gel that gives you the tingles. Then I do lunch like a king. I come from a Jamaican household, so oxtail or stewed beef and coleslaw. Sunday afternoon? Walk the dog again. He’s pretty demanding. Then it’s Daddy’s time to play some Fifa and save the world from my living room in Call of Duty. Sundays growing up? A family oriented-day with a big cooked dinner. A family member would bring over a Jamaican video cassette full of Jamaican stage shows and dancehall. EastEnders wasn’t a big thing. Sunday unwind? Bob Marley’s Redemption Song, pumping out the speakers, shaking the front-room walls until I get told to ‘Turn it down, the kids are asleep, you mug!’ Last thing? Personal hygiene’s a big thing. We must kill Covid, any chance we get. So back into the shower of love, then pray before bed. What are you praying for? I pray to the most high and say: thank you for another day. Thank you for the curve balls. Thank you for watching over my children, my grandma and my mum. Thank you for giving me the opportunities. You get what I mean?