Sunday’s Best.
I can remember a time when Sunday was unlike any other day of the week. In my childhood back in the 1960’s, Sunday was a very quiet day. A day of tranquility. Or boredom. It started with Sunday school in my little village Church and then the main act of Worship. Shops were closed so there was nowhere to go in that regard and petrol stations weren’t the thing that they are these days. So you had to entertain yourself. But how, I mean there wasn’t even the Internet and mobile phones had yet to be invented! Simple, we would go for afternoon walks in the countryside if the weather was clement and if wasn’t then we would just sit around and talk as a family! Sound terrible, right?
