I love Sundays. Today even more so as it was a beautiful morning and younger son was here for the weekend, which means I got to cook (and better still, eat) a full English breakfast. Why do I think I need an excuse???
I walked up to newsagent for the papers with a "Good morning" here and "What a lovely day" there, all so very courteous and polite. Then there is Sunday radio, most of which I still enjoy but I grew up with programmes such as Family Favourites, The Navy Lark and The Glums. These played in the background as mum cooked the much anticipated…………….Sunday Roast.
Anyway, I have now had my breakfast and my lunch, the papers are scattered over the floor, the TV is rubbish and I am restless. It is raining too, so the rosy glow of childhood memories is fading and I remember something else about how Sundays could be for an 11 year old…………. very..... boring!
It's 8pm and I have just come in from a quick walk. It has been busy here for the last few weeks with me visiting family or them coming here from their various parts of the world/country............but today people are returning home and I am a bit sad. So, I saw this flower in a garden and it looks like I feel! Should be back to sunny self tomorrow, hopefully.
PS
Just a thought but as a ‘random act of kindness’ could someone gag Sally Bercow and lock her in the Tower – today, if not sooner please?
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