Up early? If I can stay in bed until 10am reading the papers, that would be my ideal. But it doesn’t happen very often.
What gets you out of bed earlier? Taking my son [Harry, 17] somewhere, or stopping my husband [actor Barnaby Kay] from chain-sawing something. If he has a go at a diseased tree, I’ll be out of bed in a panic with my keys in my hand, waiting to take him to A&E.
What’s for breakfast? We like to think we’re a porridge-and-banana family, but the truth is we’re a carbohydrate family. A French stick with a load of cheese is heaven.
Sundays growing up? Sundays were really about my older brother. I used to watch him have horse riding lessons – I was too scared to ride – or play football. I loved standing by freezing cold pitches somewhere in east London with my dad and mum, screaming for him.
And now? It’s me shouting that we’ve got to walk the dog [Dora, a Labrador]. Once we’re 20 minutes into the walk, all three of us are loving it. I could walk her for hours in the countryside near our house.
Sunday lunch? We don’t eat much meat any more, but we’ll do a roast chicken for Sunday dinner, though my son and I agree that the roast is just an excuse to have the roast potatoes and gravy and Yorkshire pudding and peas. I don’t cook, I don’t have the brain for it. Luckily, my husband is fabulous at the stove.
Sunday afternoon? That will be for shouting again. We’ll realise we haven’t done any of the things we were meant to do for Monday: I haven’t learned my lines, nor has my husband, and our son’s not done his homework. The three of us run around panicking.
What’s for dinner? A carpet picnic with whatever’s in the fridge in front of the telly, because we are all telly-obsessed.
Lights out? I’m a night owl, so it’s usually midnight, even if I’ve got to be up at 5am. I’ll scroll on my phone until my husband and I have a row about my scrolling, then I’ll read about two pages of my book before it falls on my face.
Annika returns for a second series on 9 August, at 9pm on Alibi
