Early riser? I try, although I’ve been slacking recently. I like to be up at 6.30am and off to an empty Hampstead Heath. I’ve got antisocial dogs who think they own the park, so it’s easier that way. Then I can spend the rest of the day at home away from everyone.
Not a people person then? On Sundays, no. I live in east London, where Sundays are stupidly busy. I’m old enough to remember when everything was closed. I miss that sense of the world being shuttered. I love being in southern Italy. Sundays, all the shops are shut, save the baker, maybe, for the morning. We need that break from the insanity.
The perfect Sunday to yourself? I’d start to sort the crap out in my house: I’m on the verge of becoming a reformed hoarder. I’m slowly sorting out all I’ve accumulated and love when everyone pisses off and I can pick a room to start working through.
How hoard-y are we talking? I’m a nightmare on eBay when it comes to kitchen stuff: plates, pans, bowls, another stack of cocktail glasses. It was a problem, but I’m getting better. I’ve stopped in the last 18 months. And now, I don’t put stuff away for special occasions. Use or get rid is my new mantra.
Sundays growing up We went to mass and Catholic Sunday school when we were young. Then, and into my teens, we’d come home and sit round the table having a family roast, whether my mum’s or grandmother’s. We were all there, no excuses. It only stopped at university.
Do you host? Yes, I’m too lazy to travel home from anywhere. My partner Neil is also a cook, so we divvy up food duties. If we have chef-y friends coming over, they’re instructed which course to bring. A friend of ours has lodged with us for 20 years – he’s part of the family. In the evenings, three of us and my sister chill out, watch TV, and roast something mellow, like a chicken.
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