Sunday morning I wake up with my fiancé at 5.15am, that’s just my body clock. I get dressed into my gym gear for Peloton, weightlifting, coffee, dog-walking, bacon butties, yoga, berries and Pilates… but not all at the same time.
Are you busy? I completed an MSc in psychology during lockdown and now I’m applying to study for my PhD. I was so struck by how the pandemic was affecting mental health that I decided to study it, rather than simply sit around.
Is it a day to yourself? I have Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong for company, while I meander along the Thames. I’d stop at the River Café in Hammersmith for a lavish, long and indulgent lunch with a view of the water. I’ve spent Sundays walking around the capital all my life.
Sundays growing up? At boarding school my Sundays were spent at church – we’d walk there in long, uncomfortable cloaks. It was an all-girls school, but the route took us past the boys’ school which was a treat. Once I was older, we’d be allowed to leave the grounds on Sundays, so we’d hang outside Wimpy instead.
If you could be anywhere next Sunday? I’d be straight to Australia. It’s my favourite place in the world – after the UK. I spent a lot of time there in my teens, I’ve got great friends there and could do with the sunshine and swimming. Yes please, take me to Byron Bay.
Sunday night telly? It’s not ‘What have I watched?’, but ‘What haven’t I?’… I feel like I’ve completed Netflix. My perfect Sunday night viewing is RuPaul’s Drag Race and a documentary, although I’ll take The Real Housewives of New Jersey anytime. Either way, I’ll fall asleep far too early, about 8.30pm, curled up on the sofa with the dog.