Comments on: On the seventh day

By: Knox

Knox — Sat, 07 May 2011 22:54:24 +0000

Oh man – I remember writing a sort of debate thing in secondary school, on whether Sunday opening was a good idea or not. I used to love Sundays – they meant jacket potatoes (my foster mum makes THE BEST jacket potatoes, bar none!) and (I think) Bull’s Eye (or was that Saturday?) and going over the park and just generally chilling, and then baths and bed for school in the morning. We used to have our baths really early in the evening, and always used to moan about not being let out the house once we’d had them. Now Sundays are spent avoiding the mosque (due to all the well-meaning uncles & aunts who ask if i’m married yet), and telling myself to get an early night because of work in the morning. I definitely preferred the old ones.

Impossible not to read and reply… well, ok, so for about a year, I did kind of not, but that was only because I like to prove nothing is impossible (apparently as did Alexander McQueen, according to the woman on the news tonight, who used to put together his shows…).

By: Anji

Anji — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 11:45:26 +0000

When I was little, I thought it unfair that mum’s had a day and then dad’s did too. So I made a ‘daughter’s day’. What day would this day be on? Saturday after mothers day. Why? Because, I could go into town and go to the shops to spend my money!
Who wanted a special day when all the shops were shut and all you could do was walk by the river!
I’m sure almost 25 years later my day picking wouldn’t seem so meaninful when shops are never shut and you have online ones to add into the mix. I was at the height of being ‘out there’ with my ideas, now i’d have to pick the middle of the night to be even half as out there.

By: Rhian

Rhian — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 11:18:17 +0000

Sunday’s definately used to be the longest day of the week in our household, they would drag on and on, mainly the period after Sunday lunch when mum and dad would snooze on the sofa, and us kids couldn’t go out to play because we were ‘letting our dinner go down.’ I don’t remember having to ‘let our dinner go down’ any other time. I’m slightly worried I found myself saying my daughter should wait a few minutes before going to bed so that her dinner could go down. I have certainly found that being a newish parent has allowed me some kind of access to all the parent phrases in my brain that I thought were long forgotton. I wonder if the same will happen to you too Mark?

By: elin

elin — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 09:48:18 +0000

i work weekends in an old folks home, and yesterday i overheard some of the old ladies discussing age.

their conclusion was that they didn’t want to be thirty again. now, eighty they wouldn’t mind, eighty was a good age!

just thought i’d share.

By: max

max — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 22:14:00 +0000

I grew up in a big city. Sunday used to be a “dead” day but I grew used to mostly everything being open in the last decade.
I am now living in a rather smallish town in the netherlands, where EVERYTHING is closed on sundays. Even the big supermarkets.
That was a tough and sudden change.
Of course, once I managed to re-adapt to these slow dutch sundays, they started opening supermarkets on the 7th day…sigh…

By: Gabi

Gabi — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 21:08:40 +0000

I am about 18, exactly this age in-fact. Although I do not have memories of this ‘nothing’ time, I think that sometimes it might be nice to have this mini shut down. It would be like the crippling snow season but a bit more relaxed, and with less media attention. This time should happen once every 2 months, and I think it would give people a chance to do the things they can’t bothered to do, or just don’t happen to get round to, on the normal, all functioning sundays, like fixing dripping tap or sorting out their plates (there by getting rid of chipped ones which still hold on to their faded pictures of Postman Pat).
Let’s make this happen!

By: Ben

Ben — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 19:56:58 +0000

spent today reading, drinking tea. had a bath. saw a pigeon (through the window, didn’t go outside).

good day.

By: Hannah

Hannah — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 17:26:43 +0000

Anna’s completely right – Sundays are fab up till the Antiques Roadshow hours of the evening.

I still like them though. I get to go riding in the morning and spend the rest of the day failing to catch up with my uni work and generally bumbling about the house/internet.

Beautiful day for bumbling today though

By: Daniel

Daniel — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 17:06:32 +0000

Doing nothing completely contradicts my self-improvement challenge, but then the Bible is full of these contradictions too…

By: anna lowman

anna lowman — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 16:16:32 +0000

Sundays are an odd beast. Until about 6pm they’re pretty brilliant – lie-in, nice lunch, nap in front of the football, afternoon tea with some kind of biscuit or cake – but after that you’re on the home straight before going back to work… there are certain TV shows which scream WORK TOMORROW!! Namely, Songs of Praise and Antiques Roadshow. Oh, and Brief Lives on 5Live which always seemed a bit of a melancholy thing to have on of a Sunday evening. This is all hangover from schooldays, of course, I don’t really hate my work. But I’d rather it wasn’t quite so compulsary.