Another Sunday Morning

Sunday morning, lying in bed, a cup of tea, some grown up people talking on Broadcasting House, on BBC Radio 4 and that same programme closing with Richard Burton reading the opening words to Under Milk Wood. An hour long Sunday oasis.

And to go with that oasis......this -

Sunday Evenings

I'm beginning to dislike Sunday evenings now I've been out of work for so long. The weekend is always a 2 day haven of peace because during that time I know I shan't have to be too concerned about financial matters, I haven't had to concern myself with rejections as the agencies will all be shut, and the pressure to look for work is eased. But as Sunday darkens and the evening draws on unhindered, my nervousness starts to build up again, for I know all those things will have to be dealt with at different times in the next 5 days. There are occasional escape routes such as when I go out for a run or when I do my voluntary work at the Royal Navy Submarine Museum - but those are small oases of peace. Some 'easy listening' music on  BBC Radio 2 first and then bed. Oh well.

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