I don't like Sundays. (tell me why?)

So just what is it about Sundays? That feeling I get that means i just have no get up an go.

Please do not believe for a second that i should be going to some religious altar to whilst the time away- i have never and will never do that. So that cannot be the excuse for my 7th day malady.

The feeling that because "things" are not open until 10/11 am and close at the horrifically early hour of 4 that it is far from a normal day? Should we just dispense of this and just close all the shops anyway on Sunday. Not as a sop to the religious, merely as it is so pointless going to the shops with staff that do not want to be there, customers that do not want to be there and virtually no stock on the shelves unless you are there for the second the establishment opens. Will expand on that point in another blog me thinks.


Is it the fact that Sunday is next to Monday, and ergo, back to work? Might be, but I do not think that is 100% of the cause.

Or could it be because of the televisual entertainment? The fact that anything broadcast on a Sunday is dangerously close to being at the same intellectual (sic) level of daytime media? I cannot say that i am glued to the TV 24/7, certainly never listen to the radio either. But there is nothing that stimulating on this day of Suns.

Food- major part of my life as i enjoy cooking- is also different on this day. Cannot say that I do a big roast every week, but certainly the extra time to contemplate and prepare food today is in itself different. (salmon and squid pasta for supper by the way tonight). But that is not depressing really?

Maybe i need a hobby? Suggestions please. Certainly need to go back to the gym, but that is only 90 minutes of the day, and then i feel this Sunday malaise and tired. Go for a walk in the countryside? No, as that means you come into contact with other walkers and ramblers, quite simply the most odious of human beings who marvel in the ability to walk in cowshit, stumble over barb wire fences, wear too much annoying clothing (usually matching clothing at that), and annoy farmers in equal measure.

I seem to have this desire to want to do something, as if i am not switching off enough. Stop thinking about relaxing and just get on and do it says the little devil on my shoulder.

Is the Interweb to blame? Alot of distractions on here, and i do feel like i have to read all of the news before moving onto other sites. Should Sunday be the day of No Internet? (shudders)

Is it Labour's fault? Ah yes that must be it. Another day under the shadow of Gordon McBroon's disarray of politicians with 1000's of laws to stop me having fun. That's it, i will blame Broon. Noone can deny me that right.

Sod it, i am going to go out for a blast in the car and blow away some cobwebs. V8 bellow beckons!