That Sunday Feeling

'Lent et douloureux'. An appropriate musical instruction for a day like this.

House viewings, in-laws visit, sick boy.

As a child I always had a slight sinking feeling on a Sunday night - not that I hated school, quite liked it really, but still the end of the weekend was a downbeat time of the week: bath, drying hair in front of the fire with the Muppet Show on. Still can't shake that feeling even when, really, all the days are the same to me.

EDIT: 700th blip - but that's not one we celebrate, is it? Might reward myself with a blipblubberbuster-busting square of chocolate anyway.