Sunday 26 February 2012: Bedsitter
Another Sunday slipped through my grip today.
It was actually a very good Sunday i seem to recollect, although those days of long Sunday morning lie ins with the papers and a coffee, or a hangover and a stranger have long since drifted away, if they ever actually existed at all.
A good day.
A day of being up early, getting all the chores sorted by 930, then heading out swimming, a bit of family visiting, a lovely early evening walk and an evening of losing board games to the youngest member of the clan.
I'm sure when i was younger that Sundays were a bit boring.