That Sunday Night Feeling.

I thought it had gone when I retired. You know the one, that sinking sensation in your stomach after tea when apart from the evening’s tv, there is nothing to look forward to apart from work in the morning.

In my childhood, it was the back to school feeling. Sunday Night At The London Palladium was the must see programme, but then it was bed and school next day.

When I retired, I thought it had gone away, but maybe because of lockdown, it still comes back sometimes. Probably because every day is pretty routine and similar.

I pull myself together, and remind myself of my many blessings, I am very fortunate. The weekly wash is a more enticing prospect than going to work was!