this is not sunday!

lol, though I was sure it was...
Thought the world of Ness had gone mad... the yoof with his grunty sports exhaust rallying down the track, washing flayling on the lines of extremely "proper" homes, and the neighbour ratching in his shed with such a clattering that I was convinced he was intent on unearthing a rat.

No, this could not be the sunday I thought it was. Here such a day is one of human silence. Not a clanking of a single bucket, radio or mower... Nope sundays are truely a day of peace here (unless you're one of those unlucky people who's day is wracked with choosing which hat to wear for church ;))