Sunday!

Sundays have never been my favourite day of the week, even from a young age.  Sunday lunch, shops closed, traditional  family day, all the things I could not stand.  Sunday was always the day before I went back to school and yes, you guessed it, I hated school and dreaded going in on a Monday morning!  Sunday was a religious day, and my feelings on religion are clear.  As a child, I gave each day of the week a colour, Sunday was black.  Sunday was always hangover and recovery day, from the weekend.  I suffered more than most!  Things always seemed to go wrong on a Sunday, and I was never able to put things right, until Monday.  Most importantly, for reasons I can't explain, I always saw Sunday, as a sad day.  Consequently, my own sadness, always came to the fore.  Today, Sunday is just another working day, the busiest out of seven.  Another reason, not to like the worst day of the week, at least for me! Roll on Monday!