The very best thing about Sundays are roast dinners. I must confess I enjoy browsing the papers, although seldom thoroughly. I am partial to a cup of coffee and a croissant, preferably in a sunny peaceful room, hard to find. The prospect of a day without timetable takes the edge off any stress, the four boys all day to myself balance that one out. But from a dogs point of view a roast dinner on a Sunday is the icing on the cake, particularly if it has a bone.