Sunday afternoons are remembered fondly - after being kicked out early doors to Sunday School to be indoctrinated with religion, potted meat sandwich to eat at break time and being given some god-awful orange drink, so weak, you'd be hard-pressed to know it was orange if it wasn't for the fact that it was orange coloured. On reflection, it was probably because oranges were few and far between - we kids used to get one for Christmas.
After the Sunday School ordeal, back home to listen to two-way family favourites, while mum got the dinner ready, and then an afternoon of listening to the radio - The Clitheroe Kid, then later, the Navy Lark, and finally graduating to Beyond Our Ken, then Round the Horn (my favourite) when I was just getting to the age of understanding some of the innuendo. I Still listen to Round the Horn at nighttime on my MP3 player.