Up early or lie-in? I haven’t slept in for seven years. I come home from work at 2am and our six- and seven-year-olds wake us at 7am.
Sunday breakfast? My husband is into making breakfast. We’ll get a call to come downstairs for fried eggs or omelette with bacon, freshly ground coffee and freshly squeezed orange juice. Then we’ll walk over to Regent’s Park for football classes at 8am.
What’s next? Walk Guinevere, our Cockapoo, on Primrose Hill, my daughter cycling alongside, and stop at the Little Bread Pedlar café for coffee and a bun.
Aren’t you cold? We’re normally pretty cold and muddy, so we’ll head home for a hot bath. My son is obsessed with Lego, so he’ll probably start some huge project.
What’s for lunch? We’ll head to the farmers’ market the other side of Primrose Hill, to pick up something simple: biodynamic vegetables, cheese and soup.
Sunday afternoon? Usually: learning spellings, then TV, which is Harry Potter or Star Wars because the kids are obsessed. I’ll nap on the sofa. Sunday is about recovery and resetting for the week.
Sunday dinner? We eat king, prince, pauper – start the day huge, with snacks and elevenses and ease back by the end of the day.
Sundays growing up? Very easy going. Usually a family dog walk. I’m one of five. We never did the big roast, it was more Mediterranean, so a big pot of sausages and lentils – which we called willy stew – hot buttered crumpets in the afternoon and that horrible sinking feeling of school on Monday.
Sunday housework? I feel bad about my lack of domesticity; I leave it all to my husband. It feels a treat to have someone else look after you, although I do mountains of washing.
Sunday wind down? Bath the children, read books, and often I fall asleep in their bed, wake up and realise I’m fully dressed and need to be somewhere else.
Last thing before sleep? Get told I need to put the iPad down and give my husband a kiss.
Florence Knight is head chef at London’s Sessions Arts Club. See sessionsartsclub.com
