let's hear it for the seventh day!

i love sundays.

a day singled out during the week. a day that is supposedly assigned as a 'day of rest'.

you hear stories from parents are grandparents stating that this used to be a universal understanding. people spent time with their families, enjoyed each other's company, all shops were closed, many went to church. 

our chaotic lifestyles these days, can take away this peaceful magic of a sunday. 

but something my parents have always been adamant on though, is that a sunday will always remain a sunday:

lie-ins.

sunday dinner, huge roast with a bucketful of gravy.

lazing in the garden, listening to cricket, during a british summer.

hauled inside, watching a movie, during a british winter.

visiting the family. 

re-charging for the forthcoming monday. 

and i'm very glad they agree.