Sara Cox shares her home truths about her GSD weekends to the pet peeve she can't stand

Well, it’s always dog-based. So I’ll either have dogs with me or I’ll be coming home to dogs after work. If I’m coming in from a big walk, I’ll chuck a couple of them in the sink and rinse them off. Or I will put them in their crate with a snack and let him have a little chill. At night, it’s lots of excitable yaps and dinnertime.

I do love getting back from work around 8pm. I see whatever teenagers are knocking around, see my husband, see the dogs. There’s that sweet spot when it’s not too late. I eat by myself and that’s quite nice, especially if I’ve cycled home or have been on the Tube and need to decompress a little from the outside world.

We had a Ukrainian guest, who stayed in the front room for six months a couple of years ago, and who came back recently with a newborn baby. I’m enjoying reclaiming that room again. I’ve just reloaded the bookshelves and put up photos. I have a lovely Sofology green velvet sofa bed in there that I like to sit on.

People leaving lights on because I was raised not to waste electricity. I go into my kids’ rooms after they’ve gone to school and, to quote my own mum, ‘It’s like Blackpool Illuminations!’ I go around clicking off all the lights.

I do like decluttering and sorting out cupboards. We call it GSD – getting sh*t done – and say, ‘We’re doing GSD this weekend’.

My husband is magnificent at dishwasher management and I’m responsible for the fridge – I find it satisfying to rinse out a veg drawer.

I hate pairing socks. I guess it can be meditative – something trashy on the telly can help.

Read or work out – ideally both. The garage is converted into a gym. For ages, it was a storage room with a couple of yoga mats and some weights scattered around. I’d be banging my head on a sun lounger or a bag of charcoal. Now I have a lovely gym in there.