What do you hate most about Sundays? Probably that I haven’t had a lie-in in 13 years. I met my husband, Jesse Wood, 13 years ago. He came into my life with two beautiful children, my stepkids, and I have my own kids now. All lie-ins have gone out the window.
Sundays 20 years ago? Feeling really sorry for myself, probably. I would have been to a gig, a bar or a friend’s house. Lots of partying. So, Sunday would be lying around hungover. But those are now hazy distant memories.
Last Sunday hangover? At my wedding 10 years ago. I woke up with my head banging. One of the hotel managers insisted I had a hair of the dog cocktail from a glass in the shape of a shoe, which was horrendous. We didn’t go on a honeymoon; I went straight back to Radio 1 on the Monday.
Will you ever honeymoon? Jesse and I have said that once our kids, who are now eight and 11, go to university or start work, we’re going to do a gap year. I’d love to do Thailand, Vietnam, Laos, Bali… that part of the world.
Sunday me time? Probably a bit of deep breathing after I’ve dropped off my kids at a sporting thing or play date. I get so little free time, it’s bonkers.
Sunday grub? We do love a big Sunday lunch. Jesse is in love with his pizza oven. I do dessert: a big brownie traybake, Vicki sponge, chocolate mousse or a key lime pie. I love making puddings.
Best festival moment? Glastonbury! I met my husband shortly before we went together, so we fell in love there.
