Ahh Sunday. When I’m in London this is a day of rituals and traditions. Providing I didn’t have a heavy night on Saturday I like to get up earlyish to get some coffee, pick up the newspapers before returning home to veg out on the sofa and read whilst some trash tv plays on repeat in the background. I drink about a million cups of tea and then start calling up friends around noon to see who’s up for a Sunday roast at the pub. This is my perfect Sunday.