Easy Like Sunday Morning
Sunday is far and away my favourite day of the week, especially the mornings. Easy, as → The Commodores will have you believe.
When I still lived alone, before the wife and kids, when I was still in the flat in King Street, Sundays had a particular ritual. It started as usual with a trip to Tesco to get warm, freshly baked bread, a jar of Nutella and → The Observer. I'd eat the bread, read the paper, and then, at around lunchtime, I'd head up the town: a long walk up King Street, right into Mealmarket Street, up Little John Street past the Blue Lamp, where eventually, one evening in April a few years later, at a party that neither of us intended to go to, I'd meet my future wife.
Then up the Gallowgate, onto Upper Kirkgate, and so on to Schoolhill, where I went to college; down Belmont Street and the now long-closed Radars; past The Wild Boar; and right onto Union Street, till after thirty minutes or so I'd reach → Waterstones. I'd spend a few hours there, or later on, after Dillon's across the road opened, there. Then an early dinner at Café Ici, or a kebab from The Blue Dolphin in Chapel Street, and home again. Upstairs, second floor, sitting at the bay window, reading the books I'd bought, as the world in the street below carries on and the evening brings sense to bear, and the thought of another day in the office tomorrow.
But that was a long time ago. A different time, a different place. A different me.
Today, we started with a game of tennis, not a competition, just a kick-about to see how C.'s shoulder and forearm are holding up after all the physio she's had. Normally, we'd have stayed at the club for a fly piece, but not today, as we had to get back home for the builders, who should—fingers crossed—be finished in the garden today.
A trip to the dump beckons, and after that we'll have to wait and see. I might go out with the camera. I might go for a walk. I might go for a drive. Or I might just sit upstairs and read a book, looking out at the builders in the garden.
Ah sure - it's a glorious day, the sun is shining, and life is good.