I have bittersweet memories of Sunday evenings. For every Highway (or Credo before it), Songs of Praise, Last of the Summer Wine, Antiques Roadshow, there was also Spitting Image, Hale and Pace or The New Statesman which were always talk of the playground the following day. Not fucking Bread though. Or Dear John.
I think Jeeves and Wooster was also a Sunday night thing, although it definitely went in the "dread" category for some reason (I think I would've still been on the last-minute homework panic at that time, and I misjudged it, lumping it with those ITV dramas of the time - I never saw it or appreciated it, and still haven't to this day).
The key to shaking off the feeling of dread was ditching TV completely on Sundays (apart from the ITV 10pm slot). I used to retreat to my room in the afternoon, put on the Network Chart show on Capital Radio, and do my homework to it (with a cheeky tape lined up for recording anything good which came on). Then after that it was "Neil" Fox's Jukebox, "earth's most powerful instant music machine" which purported to be a hi-tech way of delivering song requests from callers (complete with tappy tappy typing noises), but actually was just the producer screening the calls in advance and digging out the CD from the back room.