Bedsitter

Evening all.

Another Sunday slipped through my grip today.

It was actually a very good Sunday i seem to recollect, although those days of long Sunday morning lie ins with the papers and a coffee, or a hangover and a stranger have long since drifted away, if they ever actually existed at all.

A good day.

A day of being up early, getting all the chores sorted by 930, then heading out swimming, a bit of family visiting, a lovely early evening walk and an evening of losing board games to the youngest member of the clan.

I'm sure when i was younger that Sundays were a bit boring.

Night all,

soft cell