Lazy Sundays, What Happened To Them?

#

First posted 01/03/2009


Sundays used to be so simple BC (before children), we would lie in bed late if we wished. Eventually I would get up, go get the papers, make breakfast and spend the next couple of hours perusing the sundays. Then at an acceptable hour it would be down the pub to meet the mates have a few pints and if very lucky on to my mum's for a Sunday roast.

Now it consists of getting up the back of six! Making breakfast for number one son who has an unnatural need for very little sleep and making a bottle for number 2 son after which there is no point getting back in bed as the eldest has now taken up squatters rights on my side of the bed, so I tidy the kitchen make some green tea and wait for the garage to open in order to get the papers which will be mostly unread by the following weekend. The rest of the day goes by in a blur. Then before I know it it is bath time for M and the weekend is just about over only The Westminster Hour on radio 4 while making the pieces (packed lunch) for the following day and polishing shoes left to do. . . Still, wouldn't have it any other way.

Abba - The Day Before You Came

The Streets - Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way

It's Friday . . . Let's Dance

I've been a little distracted lately. too much going on in my head, hence the lack of content and the brevity of recent posts. I think that things may get back to normal soon.

I've got a couple of days off, as yesterday was Lanimer Day, our town's equivalent of a Gala Day, I was going to rant on about this and the underlying feudalism of the whole day but I won't bother.

Anyway, I'm taking M to see the Doctor Who exhibition at Kelvingrove Art Gallery in Glasgow today. I think that I may be looking forward to it more than M. "Will Rose be there?" he asked this morning to which I could only reply " If only M, if only".

As it is Friday, it's time for a dance. Today's track Weak Become Heroes by The Streets sums up beautifully how those early days of raving felt, the optimism and positivity of the whole scene before the gangsters and the bad pills took over. Ashley Beadle houses things up somewhat on the remix posted here.

Streets - Weak Become Heroes (Ashley Beadle's Love Bug Vocal)

Lazy Sundays, What Happened to Them?

Sundays used to be so simple BC (before children), we would lie in bed late if we wished. Eventually we would get up and I would get the papers, make breakfast and spend the next couple of hours perusing the sundays. Then at an acceptable hour it would be down the pub to meet the mates have a few pints and if very lucky on to my mum's for a Sunday roast.

Now it consists of getting up the back of six! Making breakfast for number one son who has an unnatural need for very little sleep and making a bottle for number 2 son after which there is no point getting back in bed as the eldest has now taken up squatters rights on my side of the bed, so I tidy the kitchen make some green tea and wait for the garage to open in order to get the sundays which will be mostly unread by the following weekend. The rest of the day goes by in a blur. Then before I know it it is bath time for M and the weekend is just about over only The Westminster Hour on radio 4 while making the pieces (packed lunch) for the following day and polishing shoes left to do. . . Still, wouldn't have it any other way.

Abba - The Day Before You Came

The Streets - Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way