In our house tt was never Sunday lunch, always dinner, and evening meal in the week was always tea. The Clitheroe Kid was another favourite of mine, and I'd forgotten about it until it was mentioned on here. What a load of memories being brought to life. I do remember when I was slightly older that I became friends with a girl whose parents were very religious, they were also better off than us, and owned their own house. As a bribe to get their daughter to go to Sunday school, I was invited to go along with her. This meant I missed the Sunday dinner at home, and went back to her house to have a really good roast dinner, and best of all a proper pudding, such as syrup tart and custard, or spotted dick. I went to Sunday school for as long as I could!!