When does your Sunday start? My body clock is pretty bad. I don’t set an alarm, but I’m still always up between six and seven. I sometimes think it’s unfortunate, but it has been that way since I stopped drinking, and it means my days are longer.

When and where on a Sunday are you happiest? At home, first thing in the morning, when my day is still full of possibilities. I mean, I never do much, but I can think about it as I scroll through Instagram, at least.

What’s for breakfast? If we’re staying in then granola and yogurt, or porridge with peanut butter and a pinch of salt, like my grandma would make. Otherwise I’ll head out to Ottolenghi, in Islington. They do the best toasties.

The smell of Sunday? Fresh-cut flowers. I walk to Columbia Road Flower Market religiously every Sunday. My Miniature Schnauzer, Barney, comes, too. I’ll go first thing to avoid the crowds, or at 3pm to grab an end-of-day bargain. I’ve lived in the UK for 16 years – maybe the hectic market reminds me of life at home in Korea.

Flower power: a Miniature Schnauzer like Barney, Columbia Road market regular. Photograph: Getty Images

Sunday fact? My parents live in Daegu, Korea, and in the 1960s the local government tried to force school kids to study and work on Sundays. The young people revolted and in the end that political party was entirely destroyed.

Sunday day out? A trip on the fast train to Whitstable for oysters and a walk along the seaside.

Biggest extravagance? Food, again – it’s my weakness. I’ll go for dim sum at Royal China or for an Italian feast at Cecconi’s in Shoreditch. If we’re in for the evening I’ll be cooking Korean food for friends: a sweet potato and glass noodle stirfry – japchae – or a feast from my home Korean barbecue. Whatever happens I overstuff myself – but isn’t that what Sundays are for?

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