Best day of the week? I’m not sure, maybe that prize would go to Saturday because as much as I love my Sundays they are tarnished with the knowledge that tomorrow is Monday again.
Sundays are listening to the radio whilst flicking through the papers seeing who has been caught in the media floodlights this week.
Sundays are not being too concerned about the housework.
Sundays are doing the ironing in front of a Sunday afternoon film.
Sundays are not worrying about the diet for a day.
Sundays are for nice long walks at a brisk pace to keep yourself warm.
Sundays are a pint and a glass of wine in the local pub before dinner is served.
Sundays are for family get togethers, when the children can eat more chocolate and sweets than usual, dad gets an extra pint and mums catch up on the gossip.
Sundays are for family days out, paying way too much for the parking, spending exorbitant amounts for food and drinks, finding out you needed to book in order to enter and getting home worn out.
Sundays are for savouring the last Sunday moments on the sofa while the children sleep watching trash TV with a nice cup of tea.