How does Sunday morning start? It’s a working day for me, so my alarm is set for 8am. I know, it’s blasphemous. I take my gut health supplements and sea moss gel, while avoiding getting out of my pyjamas. I leave it as late as possible, but I’m in the shower by 9.30, and head to the tube soon after. On air, what’s your Sunday sound? I’m live from 12-4, there to help you drag the weekend out as long as possible. I’ll switch between playing last night’s party tunes and music to help ease you through the Sunday slump that’s coming. Either way, I avoid talking about Monday morning as much as possible. Sunday lunch? I’m obsessing over what I’ll have for dinner by the time I’m heading home. For the past six months, I’ve been renovating the house. Without a kitchen, I’ve become an air-frying master. Figs are magic in there, served on flatbreads with crème fraîche, rocket and pomegranate molasses. Please, stop me banging on about it, though. I don’t want to be one of those ‘air fryer people’. How do you relax? My garden sees the sun for most of the day. Sitting outside, in silence, is where I’m happiest. I’ll eat out there, then I’m into the bath until the water turns to human body soup. Becoming a prune is my idea of heaven. Sundays growing up? It was just me and my mum at home. She worked three jobs during the week to keep us afloat. Through my teens, I worked a Saturday job at a hairdresser. Sundays, therefore, were really our only mum and daughter time. A special Sunday? Every bank holiday weekend in August, at Notting Hill carnival. Usually I’m there all day going full throttle, drinking a few too many ‘lemonades’ before lunchtime. I love the freedom – I’m never happier. And Sunday night? I’m into rituals. On Sunday evenings I write in my gratitude book. Then it’s on to skincare. As an acne and pimple sufferer, keeping the glow going takes some work. People who just go to bed and wake up fresh, how do they do it? I’ve got a whole regime before eventually sleeping.