SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY! MORE EXHAUSTING THAN WORK

 

It’s Sunday, a day of rest, NO… I have so far put a massive bundle of washing in the machine, out onto line, then in to ironing basket, cut just under an acre of grass first  cut this year, walked the dog, which actually was really great in the sun, cook Sunday lunch sorted out ‘stuff’ for next week and I am completely knackered!

I remember Sundays being the day to lie in till say 12 noon, have brekkie, walk to pub, have lunch, walk back home, afternoon snooze, quick supper and back to the pub… with shouts from the parents telling me “this is not a bloody hotel you know”… I did know because there was NO ROOM service!

Nowadays Sundays are all go… I get surprised when I know things like it’s the first cut this year, it’s all so grown up, yes I know I am a grown up now… even so I do miss the selfish no-worry days of my youth, biggest problem I had then was which pub with which fella!

Don’t get me wrong I love my live now… but as the BT ad used to say ‘it’s good to talk’ or in this case MOAN!