Not having a door onto the street I don't get that. However, come Sunday all and sundry are out in force, suited and booted and carrying small black books

There's usually a white minibus nearby carrying the legend
"The Church of Holy Flat Bread and Redeeming Pumpkin Pie" or somesuch. There's a church down the road where some of them gather for hours on a Sunday; walk past it and you could be hearing the James Brown set on the Blues Brothers!
