Sunday, for me as a kid, was the worst day of the week, I used to live with a Mrs Bates top of Balsall Heath Rd, ( wonderfull woman,I missed her when she died,) but Sunday lunch time, it was sit at the table, eat your meal, keep still and quite, "no you cant leave the table till every one has finished", god, they where slow eaters, then cant go out, sit and read a book, while every one else had a sleep for an hour, or they listend to the radio, what a bad day that was, I'd read all the comics mags, and anything else I could find, used to fight the cat, that didn't go down well either..
..J2