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Sunday, 1 July 2012

100 words: Sundays

Sundays are always companionable.

Whoever wakes first will make the tea and bring it into the bedroom. We’ll lay side by side in the warmth, slowly coming round; not speaking but together facing the electronic world.

We’ll shower in turn, brush teeth, spritz on fragrance and dress.

In town we eat lunch and watch people passing by. We make lists; things to do, supplies to buy.

Back at home we read, drink tea and eventually cook dinner.

In the past we’ve been accused of living in our “own little world”. On Sundays that doesn’t seem like such a bad thing.

8 comments:

Robyn said...

i love sundays like that-perfect

Sanaa said...

Sundays means the afternoon and evening my mom fussing over the kids whilst I don't have to and when they are tired of that, me and my mom snuggling up together whilst the kids ramsack her house! Bliss!

Philip said...

Your "own little world" seems like a perfectly fine place to be (that is how you spell perfectly isn't it?).

Joe Pereira said...

Sounds like THE perfect Sunday to me :)

theplantgardener said...

thoroughly enjoyed this post. it's nicely written and sets a lovley tone for an idyllic sunday

Starlight said...

Living in “own little world” isn't such a bad thing at all, no matter what day it is. :)

T. Roger Thomas said...

The only thing I would add to make the perfect weekend day is the chance to read the news online while drinking coffee.

Nessa Roo said...

Well, I think it would be wonderful to have someone to share my little world with. Sounds just peachy.