Sunday nights are notorious for that sinking feeling of work in the morning. Regardless of your job, whether you love it, whether you hate it, most of us would prefer not to have to get up in the morning.
This Sunday though, we've done buggar all over the weekend. Its been nice having the family over, but the two of us haven't done anything together. I am a bit lacking in stimulation and feel like I am climbing the walls.
So the other half, who was poorly Friday and Saturday, hence not going out, or doing anything, has just suggested a walk along to the pub. Part of me was like "ooh yes, lovely glass of vino". Then the sensible part kicked in with "diet diet diet" Yawn!
The diet argument won sadly. So we are once again sitting on the sofa watching TV and I am bored and blue.
I like weekends to be a real break from the norm not an extension of it. Roll on next weekend which hopefully will involve some fun. :(