The morning on a Sunday is just a lazy day, a day of no work, a day to relax.
Take the basket full of dirty clothes from the past week and put them into the washing machine, then take a shower as the machine runs it's programme.
Hear the son run up the stairs. He is going to get a sunday cake from the freezer.
Lie down for a short while again.
This is just a tired sunday.
Have breakfast of cake, and talk about yesterday's demonstration.
Today the depressions will take their toll
and
just
stay
in
bed
after having taken the washed clothes into the attic and hung them all on the line.
See all the work that needs to be done
there is no joy in this
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