I think of Sundays as relaxing days with the fire lit in the morning and newspapers strewn across the coffee table and the smell of Sunday dinner cooking in the kitchen and old films on in the afternoon. I sub-consciously 'look forward' to Sundays because of this nice warm feeling about the day.
God knows why though because this is not the reality! This was my parents' Sunday and not only have they been dead for over a decade, I haven't had a Sunday like that since I was a child/ young adult still living at home.
Saturdays 'feel' like family days, Fridays feel like wind down days, Mondays feel like drudge days. And yet my reality on each of those days is nothing like those descriptions.
Am I insane?