Sunday morning? I try to lie in, but me and the Mrs are always out of bed by 8.30am, after probably an hour of lazing about.
Sunday food? It’s my cheat day. I eat clean and train all week, so this is my release. I’m obsessed with Crunchy Nut cornflakes at the moment, so that’s breakfast. Lunch is a loaf of tiger bread with ham, cheese and crisps. And then I have whatever is on Bake Off for dinner.
Bake Off? Yeah, we catch up on a Sunday and cook something around it for the evening. We have a pie on pie week. Custard week meant custard tarts. We might have a roast, if Bake Off is dessert-heavy. Our whole weekend revolves around it: we lose all sense of purpose when it’s not on.
Do you work out? I will if I’m not on a rest day. If I’ve been good I can relax, but if not I’ll do a Hiit class: that’s 30-45 minutes of proper sweaty, absolute carnage cardio in our home gym.
Special Sundays? Taking my dad to Manchester United matches. He’s a massive fan, but couldn’t take us when we were kids. It’s far from Essex; we couldn’t afford it. When I got into this industry, one of my first purchases was a box at Old Trafford. Being able to take him means a lot.
A dream Sunday to yourself? McDonald’s for a drive-thru breakfast, then straight to watching my nephew play football before a roast and bed. No drinking: I’m having a booze-free year.
And Sunday night? We’ve got a scratch-off list of the best 100 films, which we’re working our way through. Then I take the dog into the garden for a pre-bed toilet. I might be there for hours, waiting. She’s a right madam. At night she’s on the lead else she’d go nuts hunting rats in the bushes and never come back.
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