I loved Sundays as a child.
We were generally packed off to church in the morning - but that was great fun. A coach used to come round to collect people and stopped at the bottom of our road. There were loads of children there all going to Sunday school.
Then home to watch mum cook the Sunday lunch. Always a roast and always with her listening to either Radio Derby or one of her records (usually The Spinners or Elvis). Big sit down lunch for the four of us then dad would do the pots (us when we got older). Mum and Dad would then usually fall asleep in front of the tv whilst my sister and I played with Pippa and Sindy dolls (we were NEVER allowed out to play with friends on a Sunday).
Sunday afternoons were always a highlight as it was sweetie day! We were only allowed sweets twice a week - we would start a packet of sweets on a Sunday afternoon, eat half and were then allowed to eat the other half on Tuesday evening when my godmother came for dinner. We always ate more than half on the Sunday and were then disappointed on the Tuesday to find that we only had two or three sweets left for the Tuesday.
In the winter, Sunday tea would nearly always be salad - usually left over from Saturday. Always a big piece of lettuce on a plate, a sliced tomato, sliced cucumber, some blocks of cheese, a piece of ham and some onions in vinegar. Occasionally as a treat my dad would do potato scallops with vinegar.
In the summer we often walked to Matlock Bath (where we live now) where we would stop at the pub for a drink and then get some chips to eat on the way home.
Once a month my grandparents would come and visit which was always a real treat as we were allowed a WHOLE packet of sweets then.
I loved the whole tradition of it and it is lovely to look back on now. We don't have such a tradition on a Sunday. We are often out to the allotment (much to the girls disgust) or they are out playing with their friends. We do always have a roast dinner though, usually at about 6pm, and it is always bath night and early to bed.