Sunday afternoons

Listened to the Archer's omnibus in bed
, walked the dogs
local horse show
spent time with my horse
face time with son and grandson in Poland
long hot bath
chat with sister

In spite of being a news freak, I rejoice that Sunday papers here don't include umpteen extra sections and magazines so if I want to read one, it takes a fairly short time. Mind you, I still maintain that British newspapers are the most comprehensive (for global news) in the world. Somehow, on Sunday afternoons I always seem to end up doing a pile of ironing - sometimes my own and sometimes absentdaughter's.

My Sunday Afternoons are spent looking at the TV, but I also phone a friend as well.
I have also done the normal afternoon nap even watching TV.
But feel better for that Sunday afternoon nap.
Mick

Ours is the same as most of those here, unless we play bowls, which I do not really enjoy on Sundays, because it means I miss my Sunday roast, why does Sunday roast always taste so good on a Sunday, and not on any other day?

Like sewsilver I miss having someone to do nothing with. I hate sundays and they always seem to last much longer than any other day. Yesterday I ate too much rubbish, didn't go for the walk I should have done, fiddled about with some paperwork and spent too long on the iPad. Blessed relief when bed time arrived.

I'm another who doesn't like Sundays since I've been on my own. Yesterday I spent some time trying to reason with my 93 yr old father on the phone. I also made a casserole which I will appreciate tonight as I shan't have to cook.

Yesterday I showered and washed my hair and went down to Waitrose meaning to spend an hour drinking free coffee and reading the papers. However, pleased to see GS1 (who lives with me) already in the café eating a bacon bap and drinking coffee so joined him and we had a chat about life (he is going through a trauma at the moment).

Meanwhile, DH was off running another GS to football training.

When I got home with the shopping I did washing up from the day before and then got on with reading through old diaries and summarising them on the computer. The diaries go from 1968 to date so it's quite a task. All diaries from the 1980s and 90s have been summarised and shredded already.

The afternoon was taken up with reading, cleaning, cooking, chatting to the next door neighbour.

It's today I'm feeling flat and lonely for some reason.

I've never liked Sundays and can always "feel" it's a Sunday somehow when I wake up. Not sure how but there is a leaden feel to it somehow. Or that's probably just me with the ingrained bored feeling which Sundays engendered in childhood.

We had to go to Church twice (morning and evening) and were not allowed to play out. In the afternoon there was a compulsory family walk - so, so boring and I could not wait for Sunday to end.

Now, even though I never go to Church there is still the same ennui about the day for me. Perhaps I should make sure we did something special to look forward to but can't really come up with anything that appeals.

I used to hate Sundays when I was a child - nothing to do, nowhere to go and having to keep out of the way of my poor mother, who worked full time and had to use Sundays to clean the house and do all the laundry. I find that even though I am well used to living alone, Sunday can be a difficult day, especially in the winter and so I take turns with one of my friends who also lives alone to cook a roast dinner. This usually works well, unless like last night, we decide it's a good idea to open a second bottle of wine!