There are many, many ways to spend a Sunday. Some enjoy a round of golf. Some like to sit in the sun drinking cider and wtching the cricket (so close to my flat I can hear the cries of 'Howzat!') and others prefer to stay in bed.
It's rare for me to get a proper Sunday. One where I don't have anywhere specific to go, no one I have to see and especially no bloody housework to do!
So, a leisurely tasty breakfast - perfectly scrambled eggs (hear that trumpet blow) and thick crispy bacon. Followed by a long swim and a a very hot sweat in the steam room.
A quick walk through the busy park filled with sunbathers, and home again.
All this followed by the perfect afternoon of hazy, patchy sun tumbling in from the balcony, a glass of ice cold something strong and rampant, bendy, tie-me-up and tease me shagging!
Brill...
It's rare for me to get a proper Sunday. One where I don't have anywhere specific to go, no one I have to see and especially no bloody housework to do!
So, a leisurely tasty breakfast - perfectly scrambled eggs (hear that trumpet blow) and thick crispy bacon. Followed by a long swim and a a very hot sweat in the steam room.
A quick walk through the busy park filled with sunbathers, and home again.
All this followed by the perfect afternoon of hazy, patchy sun tumbling in from the balcony, a glass of ice cold something strong and rampant, bendy, tie-me-up and tease me shagging!
Brill...
niobe:
Sounds like a decent Sunday to me. 