Sundays are for having the first lie-in in a month. No trips to visit family, no waking in unfamiliar beds, and, best of all, no having to wait until the hosts are up before you can get started on breakfast. I will be snoozing deeply in my own particular mattress before having a plate of toast and scrambled eggs at a time that I deem appropriate.
Once that’s all polished away, I will return to bed with a fresh cup of coffee and peruse the week’s best writing at my own leisure.
What’s that? You want me to share? Fine. You can have a read of them when I’m done.
