My childhood memories of winter Sundays in the UK go along the lines of a huge Sunday roast, some sort of pottering usually with the formula 1 blasting out somewhere and as the night closed in rapidly quickly, my dad tapping around in his slippers with a classic dad CD playing.
Today I had a Sunday similar, albeit lacking in Yorkshire Puddings. So I piled together those soggy Sunday dad tunes, pulled on a jumper and luxuriated in the nostalgia.
Hope you enjoy! Always open to requests.