Sadly, Sundays still seem to be heavily weighted towards family and couples. On one’s own and a distance from the family, they can be the loneliest day of the week as lunch/coffees etc with women friends tend not to happen if they still have their DH.
. I sometimes take myself to a matinee at a small “grown up” cinema which feels fine on your own, and if I were in a city I might go to a gallery, but Sunday transport can be unreliable - those dreaded words “Bus Replacement”.
When Paw was alive housebound Sundays weren’t much better, but quiet companionship was still fine.
With grandchildren no longer babies/toddlers, they all have weekend activities - sporting for the older ones- so coming to Granny for Sunday lunch is a rare occurrence.
No, it’s often a case of “Sunday, Bloody Sunday” and glad when it’s Monday again!
