I don't know what it is about Sundays, but we have never got on. As a kid I detested them; they resonated homework, Poldark on TV and mum ironing whilst the rain pelted against the windows. Dad would go to the pub, come home, eat Sunday lunch and then go back to bed; typical 1970s hubby behaviour. There was no football in those days either and of-course all the shops were shut. Whilst Saturday was Swap Shop, Final Score and Jim'll Fix It, Sunday was Thora Hird, Songs of Praise and some dreary play by a Yorkshireman, who was no better than he ought to be (as Gran used to say). It just had no sheen. 
But I think my dislike of Sunday has more to it than than childhood memories and the feeling persists to this day. I wake up and even before I open my eyes, I can sense Sunday out there, waiting for me with its stale, after-Saturday breath. Somehow the children seem more irksome too and it always ends the same. Like the dreary rituals my father used to follow, I always seem to promise them a McDonalds for Sunday tea. I mean is there anything more soul destroying than a retail outlet park on the Sabbath? I splash my way through the puddles, fight over parking spaces with other grumpy Sunday-haters and buy them some stuff containing the nutritional value of an old leather boot!
I sometimes wonder if the dislike of Sunday is genetic. My father coped with it using a strict routine of bed, roast beef and beer, I by keeping busy and avoiding situations where I might have to be polite. By the way, I will NOT eat roast dinner on a Sunday - I just cannot face it. Or Thora Hird. But back to genetics, have just asked the kids - Emilie first.
'Hi Em, Daddy wants to ask the question, what do you think of Sunday, sweet one?'
'Daddy too noisy, daddy too noisy,' said Emi, with the sort of stare you could scour an oven with.
Yup - she has the Sunday hating gene. Poor thing. Next I tried Lucie and asked the same question.
Yup - she has the Sunday hating gene. Poor thing. Next I tried Lucie and asked the same question.
'Yes, I like Sunday, dad'
'Great,' I replied, hoping I could learn from her innocent, childlike wisdom.
'Why is that, darling?'
She grinned up at me with those brown eyes and said -
'Why is that, darling?'
She grinned up at me with those brown eyes and said -
'Cos I always have McDonalds! Another one again next Sunday!'
Like I say - Sunday knows my weak spot.....................................................
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Did you mean to write it like this because it's difficult and I have rather given up trying reading it! Makes my eyes go funny!
ReplyDeleteI like Sundays though. :0)
J x
You mean the layout, or the content? I'm not the most technically minded person, I admit!
ReplyDeleteAnd my profile bit on the left is a real mess since I fiddled with it!
ReplyDeleteI could read your post clearly, Mark, so you've either cleaned it up some, or the vision controls are acting up with other viewers :)
ReplyDeleteI have to sympathise with you on the Sunday feeling, though. As a child, they seemed to last longer than the rest of the week, even if I used up some of the morning going to a Church service :)
As an adult, they seem to act as a full-stop, to remind me that Monday morning is looming fast {grin}
While the way we cope with them has changed a lot, I have to admit that I did as you do, and refused to cook a roast on a Sunday! Now hubby has taken over the cooking tasks, it's a bit of an adventure as to what I do get to eat on a Sunday - or any day, come to think of it!
I much prefer Wednesday for a roast - a much ignored day, I feel {grin}
Wednesday is just about my favourite day too!
ReplyDeleteNot sure about the other comment - I've not changed anything, but yes, perhaps the layout looks different on other computers. Do also need to take some Blogger lessons - not good with the design settings, they bully me! :-)
Nope.... my machine has one long narrow column of letters to read. Not willing to be beaten by a computer though, I've copied and pasted it into word to read. Ah, a worthwhile achievement for the day, finally!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your persistence, Sarah - appreciated! Need to have a look at some software tweaks on this site when I get a minute. I did speak to a web design chap I know and he said it can be caused by the viewers browser being either an older version or not up to date - like Internet Explorer 4 or something. But we shall see. T
ReplyDeleteThanks again
Mark