We have classical music playing on this Sunday morning, and it is bringing back memories of my childhood.

Of my mother having breakfast in bed and reading a Sunday newspaper, all brought to her by my dad.

My dad deeply immersed in one of the difficult Sunday crosswords, or on his second crossword of the morning.

Then late morning, the smells of a Sunday roast emanating from the kitchen.

Everyone quietly getting on with their Sunday morning thing, to the background of classical music.