Sunday plans? My daughter often comes over, which is nice. If not, I’ve got the cat, Ziggy Stardust. I’ll get something to read and that’s about it. I try to do as little as possible.
How’s Ziggy? She just likes to cuddle. She’ll wake me up at bonkers o’clock, so I never get a lie in. She’s always hungry. If it’s sunny, I feel guilty that I should get out the house. If it’s miserable, I’ll go back to bed and watch stuff I’ve recorded or missed.
Sunday brekkie? I’m never really hungry in the morning. I do like a cheese toastie – I’m well known for not being able to do anything in the kitchen. I’ll tend to buy something on the go, like a good salad. I’m more of a nibbler. Cheese and crackers are always nice.
Sundays growing up? We did occasionally go to church, but mostly because the neighbours went, so my mum felt we had to. Then we’d go to Grandma’s for Sunday lunch while she watched the wrestling. Grannies love wrestling! My grandma loved wrestling. You could never say that it was acting. She’d say, ‘No, Big Daddy and Giant Haystacks are real.’ And we’d think: ‘Bless you, grandma.’
Sunday exercise? I used to run, but my knees are playing up now that I’m 53. And I used to do spin classes, but I now don’t have any gyms near me.
Sunday housework? Every day is a house-proud day. I hoover every day. I mop every day. I change my sheets every two days. I have to feel clean to feel comfortable.
Sunday evening? I’ll usually end up bingeing a box set, because I’ve got insomnia. The problem with finishing the whole thing at 4am is that you have nothing to watch next week.
Younger Sundays? I lived in Soho in the 90s, which was great. I’d go to Balans – that’s open until 5am – for Marmite and toast to watch the world go by and read my newspaper. I miss doing that on a Sunday.
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