Just decided that Sundays are pointless. They are to the week, what a wasp is to nature...a total waste of time.
Now, if I had a lovely snowscene outside, like some lucky person does (and we all know who that is, Diane), then I would go outside and build a snowman or snowwoman, depending on how PC I felt. But no, I'm in Scotland and on Sundays here it rains...always. It's compulsory. If you look outside and it's not raining, it's a weekday. Can't wash the car because it's raining. Can't go out on the motorbike because it's raining (and my CBT has run out, but that's another matter). Can't cut the grass, can't wash the windows, blah blah blah.
So here I am, posting a post, not that I mind that of course, and feeling another day passing me by. In fact, I'm sure that if I got all these pointless, rainy Sundays back, I would only be age 41ish.
I may be reduced to putting the TV on. Do they still show old B movies? Is it ok to watch Songs Of Praise? I feel the need of guidance. Help.
Crap. Songs Of Praise clashes with The Beechgrove Garden. Life, why do you mock me so.