Boring Sundays, definitely. Everything closed except churches (and paper/sweet shops), weekend homework hanging over you, the smell of everyone’s Sunday dinner cooking. Washing DF’s car for the 7/6d (35p) he’d pay me, since it was a lot more than my pocket money.
We weren’t at all a religious or churchgoing family, but I actually signed up for confirmation classes, because it meant meeting up with half a dozen schoolfriends late on Sunday afternoons.