SUNday

Sunday is for bacon rolls, full breakfasts, roast dinners, pub lunch and afternoon coffee. It's for getting up early and going for a walk or rolling over and lying in. It's for paracetamol, headaches and memory loss. Sunday is for Match of the Day, Radio 4 and BBC1. It's for tea after tea after tea after tea. Sunday is for soup and sandwiches, beans on toast, walker's crisps, scampi fries and midday pints. It's for finally getting that thing done, tidying your room, laundry. It's for procrastinating. Sunday is for Angus and Julia Stone, Sonic Youth, The Pogues and daydreaming. It's for feeling great, taking baths, looking like shit and not showering. Sunday is for sitting in front of Facebook, for compulsive news reading and refreshing Blipfoto. Sunday is for sitting around in your boxers and for napping with socks on. It's for the bland burden of Monday, for late night lesson plans. Sunday is for bad sleeping patterns, over-tiredness and insomnia. Sunday is for photography and cliché paragraphs about Sunday.