London’s burning. That fucking theme tune still fills me with dread. The minute it started we were on countdown waiting to be sent to bed.Used to kick in around the time 'Songs of Praise' came on the box on a Sunday afternoon when I was little. It never really goes away.
I used to leave my homework till about 7pm on Sunday night then it was panic time realising how much I had to do.Sundays aren't so bad compared to when I was a kid. There was nothing then - no sport, no shops, etc. Used to enjoy the Sunday dinner but then it would sometimes be a dull visit to relatives and, even more often, a realisation that I'd put off doing homework and either had to put in a few hours on Sunday evening or take a detention or similar. Miserable stuff.