As a kid, lunch on Sunday was a cornerstone of our week.
Always a roast of some kind, with all the vegetables.
And a pudding (and how I miss that word, living in the USA now), usually with custard (and cream).
I can vividly recall the delicious smells drifting through the house in the morning, even the radio programmes that used to be on.
Now, I’m afraid I’ve very much got out of the habit of eating a lunch like this on a Sunday.
There can be something incredibly comforting and warming about this almost ritualistic meal.
I don’t think the feelgood factor associated with it is only restricted to food, though.
You can almost certainly experience it via any of your senses: listening to a nostalgic piece of music; watching a film that brings back memories; or even better, phoning an old friend.
For a sublime pick-me-up, why not plan to do something this week that will transport you back to another – perhaps happier – time?