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:
i love sundays like that-perfect
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!
Your "own little world" seems like a perfectly fine place to be (that is how you spell perfectly isn't it?).
Sounds like THE perfect Sunday to me :)
thoroughly enjoyed this post. it's nicely written and sets a lovley tone for an idyllic sunday
Living in “own little world” isn't such a bad thing at all, no matter what day it is. :)
The only thing I would add to make the perfect weekend day is the chance to read the news online while drinking coffee.
Well, I think it would be wonderful to have someone to share my little world with. Sounds just peachy.
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