Last Sunday I spent the day driving around the M25 and then up to the north of England to collect items for an auction that we're having in Dublin and the Sunday before that I was in bed recuperating from a fundraiser that we did in Bournemouth which raised Stg£35,000. I haven't been to Nepal yet, I don't want to go until we have all the money in place because I don't want to be in the position of making promises to the kids there without being 100% sure that we can deliver on them. There is enormous poverty in Nepal and many children have been orphaned through disease and malnutrition. We reckon it's going to cost from Stg£100-110k to purchase the land, construct the orphanage and staff it for the first year. After that it'll take another Stg£10-15k to run it each year. Because it's such a poor country, our money goes a long way.

When I'm not in tireless charity worker mode, Sunday is a very relaxed day . . . my wife, Donna, and I try just to chill out with the kids and not do too much.

We live outside London and have a smallholding. There are horses and goats and cats and dogs and rabbits . . .

it's heaven for children. We look after all the animals ourselves so they have to be fed, groomed, mucked out, and exercised, so they take up quite a bit of time. I try to get out for a ride on a Sunday, just a hack around the roads locally and maybe a few hedges. I used to do hunter trials and cross-country but there hasn't been time for that recently.

On Sunday morning, we often meet up with my sister in law and her family for breakfast at The Breakfast Club in St Albans. My kids love to get together with their cousins. After breakfast, which is probably the wrong way round now that I think about it, I usually take my kids, a boy and a girl aged four and five, for a swim at the local pool.

In the afternoon we'll either go over to my sisterin-law's or she'll bring her kids over to us. We have dinner in one house or the other nearly every week. I don't cook but Donna's great in the kitchen. It's usually Italian food, that seems to be what's popular with everyone. In the evening we'll watch a DVD and have a laugh with the kids until it's time for them to go to bed.

Next Sunday, I'd love if Donna and I could put the horses in a box and drive off to a cross-country course somewhere for a few hours. That's my perfect Sunday.