Sundays past and present


For some reason as I was having my shower this morning, I found myself thinking about other Sundays from eons ago. You know, the ones where you have a lie in, get up at some ridiculous hour, have a long relaxing soak in the bath with the radio and a good book, and by the time you surface, a full roast dinner is miraculously on the table with no effort whatsoever on your part.

It got me thinking of how much I took for granted as a teenager, and the fact that Mum hardly ever had a lie in!
Photo: in Mum’s kitchen in the 80s

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