Another Sunday looms large. When I was very young Sundays were a real non event kind of a day which wasn’t entirely disagreeable but they were a day with no available shopping, little or even no television (as telly was devoted to religious programming at least until Sunday evenings) and so were a very distinct day of alternative activity.Sunday evenings were, for me anyway, a time of great sorrow as Monday morning and school loomed. I was not a happy bunny with the whole school thing.
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These days Sunday seems to be a bit more like Saturday part II. Shops are open, there are things going on elsewhere, religious TV programming does not fill the entire schedule though if the number of cars in the road is anything to go by many people still choose to stay put on Sunday.
There was only one other time in the week that filled me with foreboding and that was Wednesday afternoons.My memory remembers them as wet weather days, stuck in school, maths all afternoon, dark brooding skies that necessitated lights being on in the classroom and the inevitable trudge through rain at home time.
They can’t all have been like that but Wednesday afternoons seem permanently tainted by personal reputation and linkages in my own memory.
So here’s to another Sunday.