Peculiar? Between the ages of 6 and 7 most of my Sundays spent in Shoebury. We would arrive in time for the first service at chapel in West Road and walk round to Richmond Road for scrummy Sunday dinner. Cold! I was approaching the age of mid life crisis before I discovered why, always, cold meat and two veg dinner and why there was vinegar on the table. Talking to my cousin, an Adey, it seems I attended the Peculiar Peoples Chapel which didn’t allow labour on the Lords day. Hence the dinners were cooked the Saturday before and the acid in the vinegar was to uncongeal the fat that floated in the gravy. Oh, happy days. Never seen eye to eye with religion since. best wishes, enjoy the books more than the tele Vic Leach