Sunday, what
a great ay Sunday is. You have worked your noo noos off all week, you have
enjoyed yourself thoroughly on Saturday day and maybe even night. You may have
got overserved at the bar on Saturday night but who cares because of Sunday!!
Sunday is a
hero of a day. If you wake up and can’t be bothered to do anything then you
don’t need any excuse apart from ‘it’s Sunday.’ As soon as anyone hears that
excuse then it’s understood, there will be no comeback or trying to convince
you, the Sunday excuse is one that is world renowned.
If you wake
up at 11am on a Saturday then you feel a bit guilty, especially if it is a nice
day outside, ‘what a waste’ you think. Fast forward 24 hours. If you wake up at
11am on a Sunday morning, then the thought process is very different. ‘What the
hell am I doing up at this hour, it’s Sunday for god sake!!!’ I agree with that
statement. The body needs time to relax and recuperate before doing it all
again.
Acceptable
Sunday activities include: having a bbq, going to a bbq, sitting in a beer
garden, watching the omnibus of some crap tv show and finally watching sport on
tv or going to sport. I will allow going out for lunch but that is only at a
push. You still have to do the work of actually getting to the place, but you don’t
have to do any washing up so that is ok.
Your sofa
also thoroughly looks forward to Sunday. You have neglected it all week with
your hectic lifestyle but on Sundays your bum is meant to make its acquaintance,
and that little grove that it creates is supposed to come back to the max.
There is a
big, shocking twist that comes with a Sunday though. As you are nice and
relaxed in the evening the realisation suddenly hits you. It creeps up on you
like the stealthiest cheetah stalking an antelope.....WORK. As soon as your
head hits that pillow and you drift off into a land where you are the most
popular multi-millionaire, the next thing that will happen is that you wake up
to prepare yourself for another week at the grindstone. So Sunday is awesome, Sunday
is great, but don’t get lulled into a false sense of security with Sunday as it
has a nasty sting in the tail. That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow
for something else. Laters
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