Everyday is Sunday

We're drinking coffee in bed
It's only half past five
You tell me about your weird dream
About fat babies and
Eating your dinner in a fuselage
Which I try to analyse.
'What's the plan for today? you ask
'It depends', is my reply,
'What day is it, anyway? you ask
'Sunday, the day of rest'. I quip.
'No...it can't be Sunday again,
It was Sunday yesterday'
'No wait, it's Friday today
Because last night
It was NHS clapping!
'Oh well, best get up then,
Best get busy.....'