Up early? I’d love a lie-in, but our one-year-old, Billy, gets us up at 6.15am every day. He’ll play on our bed, so there’s still a lazy Sunday feeling, plus it’s nice remembering what mornings are and having more of the day available.
Sunday breakfast? Bacon sandwiches, avocado on toast – I’m trying not to sound like a millennial stereotype, but it’s true.