sunday lovin'

After that little fiasco, I had a nap with Dave Grohl singing to me, and remembered why I love Sundays. It's a completely acceptable lazy day, even if you did nothing exciting on Saturday night. Sunday mornings in our house always smell like bacon (everyone but me goes to the gym to earn their sarnies... I feel rolling downstairs is enough of an achievement to earn mine!), and there's loads of good things to read like the weekend papers and other odd things that collect on our table over the week. Today is a particularly lovely Sunday, but the furthest I'm going is down the road to the Bakery to meet my friends for a drink and catch up on our weekend's expeditions. I used to work as a hotel cleaner on Sunday mornings, and getting them back has to be one of the best feelings ever! Treasure your Sunday, do nothing without feeling guilty, and don't think about Monday just yet :-)