Wake-up time? Our two Schnauzers bounce on me at 8.30am. My wife, Lauren, is a costume designer who works longer hours than me, so she’ll have a lie-in, while I take the dogs out. We’ll head north to Trent Park in Cockfosters, or south to Hampstead Heath and walk for an hour or two. I use that time to go over my lines out loud, so often get odd looks from other dog-walkers.
Breakfast? We’ll have coffee from our fancy bean-to-cup machine and Lauren cooks amazing poached eggs – I call them advert eggs, they’re that perfect – while I read the sports pages. Then I’ll tidy the kitchen, listening to Desert Island Discs, and prep dinner – a belly of pork or shoulder of lamb, cooked low and slow for four hours.
