I remember enjoying Sundays. Lying in bed till midday gently recovering from the excesses of the night before. Maybe bacon and eggs to start the day then, if I was feeling adventurous, maybe wash the car or gentle chores. If it was dry maybe mow the lawn.
However now I have a family, I’ve discovered that Sundays are no longer the preserve of the lazy… Now I’m forced to wake at some ungodly hour – 5am today – and watch childrens tv until my brain contemplates making a break for it and escaping via my ear canal.
Then supermarket shopping for nappies and other paraphernalia, fighting the crowd for the last parent and child parking spot.
I could go on but to be honest, deep down, I think I like it. I believe I’ve been brainwashed but never the less I wouldn’t change it for the world… Well maybe for bacon…