Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Why aren't there enough hours on Sunday?
After working late over the weekend, we are always later at getting up on Sundays.
As I get older, I find that I need more sleep.
Today we went into on of the flats to clear out rubbish that inconsiderate ex neighbours had dumped there.
This included, a mattress, in fact the whole bed, and a car engine.
Don't ask.
I managed to break the bed into pieces to fit into the wheelie bins along with the other stuff.
The mattress we left beside the bins for collection later.
The engine. Well, there is a problem.
I cut all the loose wires and hoses of and dragged the engine over to the wall between our building and the adjoining one.
I have started to spray it with a stone effect paint. Them we will place some small potted plants on it.
This is my office.

Now sitting watching The Strain.