I remember Sundays as a kid.
Calm. Family coming round. Another day to carry on playing with toys.
Then School, OK at first, became a drudge and I knew that Monday followed Sunday.
Nothing was open. No shops. Basically church was open.
Family still came round. Sunny days with nephews and nieces.
But Sunday wasn't Saturday.
The day drew steadily towards School on Monday.
The evening's TV were the weekend's epitaph.
Songs of Praise or Highway.
There was no going back.
What were your Sundays like readers?