what have you today? especially boring ole sundays...

[Mrs TG]

Am i the only one that seems to dislike sundays? always have done since childhood, and things our differant these days you can do anything on sundays now, so i wanna try an lift myself out of the sunday blues routine as it is supposed to be summer after all...

also trying to cheer myself up. Tgs fate lies in his employers hands tmw, something to look forward too also so any jokes funny stories etc could cheer us up, he on new wii game trying to fly a plane well i never knew that planes flew permantly upsidedown wonky etc, but is new toys for the big boys....

[Snoopy]

Like you I am not fond of weekends. Dunno why really. We broke the ritual of shopping on Saturdays etc years ago but every Friday I still think "Oh dear ~ another two days of nothing until next week" which is daft as I don't do much in the week either.

[Mrs TG]

Like you I am not fond of weekends. Dunno why really. We broke the ritual of shopping on Saturdays etc years ago but every Friday I still think "Oh dear ~ another two days of nothing until next week" which is daft as I don't do much in the week either.

aint it strange i love fridays saturdays but sundays drain me out, and been out today for nice lunch, oh well...

[Snoopy]

  p'raps we are just weird.

[Uncle Mort]

Always been the odd day out.

As a child the abiding memory is "Two Way Family Favourites" on the radio as my mother cooked Sunday Lunch. I cannot hear the theme tune without being transported back to the early 60s.

As an adult when I lived alone, Sundays were the dullest day imaginable, looking back I wonder why I didn't do more. It always seemed to be 'back to work tomorrow' rather than a day in it's own right.

Once I married, apart from the occasional 'lie in'  Sundays were house and garden maintenance day. Garden centres, DIY stores and the dreaded IKEA.

Now, the children go off to their mother early afternoon giving me time to tidy up and get the housework done. By this time of day I'm normally slumped in front of the TV.

[Snoopy]

Do you suppose it is a hang over from when we weren't supposed to do anything but go to church, eat lunch and play quietly so as not to disturb Dad who was sleeping in the chair, hidden from view by the Sunday paper?

As I remember even the Sunday afternoon games had to be "worthy" and not involve noise or guns or cowboys and stuff like that as it wasn't seemly for a Sunday. Also we were still "dressed" for church and Grandparents could be expected to call at tea-time. Yes Two Way Family Favourites followed by Round the Horne, The Navy Lark or Hancock whilst lunch was prepared and eaten then the radio was switched off. Dad got his paper out, Mum had her knitting and we read a book or played Ludo or summat until Dad woke.

Back then of course the TV wasn't on in the afternoons on a Sunday or at least so we were told. TV started at about 7pm if I remember rightly by which time lil bruvver and I were in bed. Later it was "Sunday Night at The London Palladium" and I was allowed to watch that but when we first got a TV we only had the BBC. (A quick Google confirms that "Palladium" started in 1955 when I was 8.)

By heck that all takes me back. Father snoring and Mother knitting .... the sounds are as evocative as Ella Fitzgerald singing "Every Time We Say Goodbye" ............ how the fvck did we get from that normality to where we are today with feral youths lounging against my front garden wall like a pack of dogs that can smell a bitch in heat. Yes we have a Teenage Daughter and she is not allowed out on Sundays "EVERYONE else can go out on a Sunday .... You are soooooooo old fashioned". Yep that's me.

[The Moan Ranger]

Sunday's at the moment to me exploring deeper parts of Surrey.

When I was young, it was Weekend World, boring lunch at the grand parents, more shite on TV and then back home at about seven o'clock. Then, allowed out for half an hour on our bicycles before getting back in, having the weekly bath and then to bed.

[Nick]

Do you suppose it is a hang over from when we weren't supposed to do anything but go to church, eat lunch and play quietly so as not to disturb Dad who was sleeping in the chair, hidden from view by the Sunday paper?

As I remember even the Sunday afternoon games had to be "worthy" and not involve noise or guns or cowboys and stuff like that as it wasn't seemly for a Sunday. Also we were still "dressed" for church and Grandparents could be expected to call at tea-time. Yes Two Way Family Favourites followed by Round the Horne, The Navy Lark or Hancock whilst lunch was prepared and eaten then the radio was switched off. Dad got his paper out, Mum had her knitting and we read a book or played Ludo or summat until Dad woke.

Back then of course the TV wasn't on in the afternoons on a Sunday or at least so we were told. TV started at about 7pm if I remember rightly by which time lil bruvver and I were in bed. Later it was "Sunday Night at The London Palladium" and I was allowed to watch that but when we first got a TV we only had the BBC. (A quick Google confirms that "Palladium" started in 1955 when I was 8.)

By heck that all takes me back. Father snoring and Mother knitting .... the sounds are as evocative as Ella Fitzgerald singing "Every Time We Say Goodbye" ............ how the fvck did we get from that normality to where we are today with feral youths lounging against my front garden wall like a pack of dogs that can smell a bitch in heat. Yes we have a Teenage Daughter and she is not allowed out on Sundays "EVERYONE else can go out on a Sunday .... You are soooooooo old fashioned". Yep that's me.

Spot on. I dread Sundays. Too much chapel as a kid!

[Miss Demeanour]

I am still recovering from my birthday celebrations yesterday (not featured in BM's birthday thread by the way - but I'm not bitter  ).

I can hardly walk , my ribs hurt from laughing too much and my eyes are sore 

Twas a brilliant night.

Sundays are meant to be recovery days - that is their sole purpose

[Nick]

Must have been some party.I dread to think 

[Miss Demeanour]

Must have been some party.I dread to think 

Yep it really was...... 

[Nick]

We often go to parties at the local CBFT's house. We were there lastnight.Everyone alwaysknows when the party is over because she passes out!

Party ended at 8.30 last night!

[Snoopy]

Miss D ~ Je suis desolée.

I failed to check the calendar.

Please accept belated birthday wishes. The problem is you never look a day older.

[Nick]

Ignore him. He is after your leg! 

[Snoopy]