Sunday plans? I’ve really got into cold-water swimming, so that’s often how I start my Sundays. I try to get up not too late and head to London’s Hampstead Heath. There are three natural ponds – a women’s, men’s and mixed. I have a year’s pass.
Isn’t it chilly? The coldest I got down to was 3C last winter. I don’t like wetsuits – it’s getting cold that I’ve become slightly addicted to. The adrenaline hit afterwards is incredible.
Then what? There’s a couple of good places near the Heath for eggs on toast. Breakfast has to be eggs – and good coffee.
Sunday housework? I’ve become a lot better at domestics. I don’t find it easy to think if there’s a mess. If I need to do some work, I’ll have to do the washing up first, or sort out the garden.
Any particular bit? I like doing it all, in a horribly bourgeois way. I’m a big fan of a nice curated lawn, but I also like a bit of wildness. Then I might have to learn some lines.
Any special technique? I have to walk with them, which is lucky, living so close to the Heath. I’ll be muttering my lines; people probably think I’m mad. It’s better than sitting learning them.
Sunday evening? Maybe find a friend for a drink. There’s a lovely pub called the Tufnell Park Tavern just up the road. It’s big and there’s always room and there’s no music, which is a bête noire of mine.
How come? Sonically, it’s just a bit of a stack up. I want to hear what’s going on, have a chat. I sound so old saying that!
Monday dread? It depends how the job’s going. If it’s hard then you’re like: ‘I’ve got to get back in there.’ The fact that my Sundays no longer involve homework is nice.
Tobias Menzies stars in The Other Place at the National Theatre until 9 November