Sunday. There seems to be some rule that says Sundays must be boring. Of course, my dear mama always said that only stupid people get bored ... Some of it's comedown from yesterday's London/theatre trip. Some of it's tiredness. And some of it's just the fact that there's no-one around and, while I am quite accustomed to making my own amusement, having to do it 24/7 gets old.
It's my personal theory that god made Sundays boring so that we would be grateful for Monday, but it didn't quite work, since I am quite definitely not. Which is why I am still awake at almost 1.00 in the morning, trying hard to deny that the weekend is over.
Which is is. Bugger!
