So welcome once again to Sunday, a day of rest for some, a day of activity for others.
Only one thing to say about this.
It’s not like it used to be.
Sundays used to be quiet and dull. As Morrissey sang in 1988 (Yes! nearly 30 years ago!) “Everyday is like Sunday, everyday is silent and grey” Unfortunately this is no longer an analogy that could be used because in this day and age, that Sunday feeling really no longer exists in the way it used to.
As a small boy I would get up in the morning and not being a church going family would head straight out to the local “green” and play football, calling for like minded pals along the way. And as I did this my mother would cook a roast dinner – because it was a Sunday and my father was often found doing a morning’s overtime at his work in the car factory.