Why Does A Sunday Always Feel Like A Sunday?

 It almost seems like a silly question...

Bob asked me earlier why a Sunday tends to always feel like a Sunday. Even when one is working and especially when one is not. Being off during the week just doesn't have that je ne sais quoi of a lazy Sunday.

The air seems clearer and of course it is because most people aren't buzzing about in their gas guzzlers except for the few relics who prefer to fetch their newspaper by car even though it is less than five hundred meters to the newspaper stand. Yip, it happens here and quite frankly, I am surprised that they are surprised at being overweight and unwell. But that's another story altogether.

When I took the boy out for his elevenses, we both heard children's voices close to his favourite port of call. Yes, one of our neighbours was hanging out with his three young grandkids, and they were enjoying hanging out with him. Yes, of course they are far from being teenagers! Visiting family, especially grandparents is a Sunday sort of thing and doing so makes a normal day feel like a Sunday.

Sundays are great until sundown when all thoughts tend to turn to Monday, a day which heralds an end to the joviality of a Sunday. Best not talk about the dreaded Monday morning as that must be the least liked day and time of the week.

The other point that Bob so correctly stated was that time speeds up on a weekend, typically more on a Sunday. Two days of leisure flitting by at the whisk of an eye. The only saving grace at the end of a Sunday is the certainty that it won't be long before it is here again enveloping us in a blanket of rest, contentment and general laissez-faire...

Biggi