Which British Sunday tradition is actually the best part of the weekend? Rank them!

Beef, lamb, chicken or nut roast, slathered in gravy with all the trimmings. The undisputed crown jewel of British Sundays, or just a soggy carrot away from disappointment?

Roaring fire, sticky tables, dog under the bench and a pint of something local. Sunday afternoons at the pub feel like a hug from the nation itself.

A muddy ramble through fields, ending suspiciously close to a pub. The British answer to exercise without admitting you're doing exercise.

Doing absolutely nothing while telling yourself you've earned it. Crumbs in the duvet are a badge of honour, not a hygiene issue.

Trolley dodging, meal-deal hunting and queuing behind someone paying in coppers. Strangely satisfying when the fridge is finally full.