There is something so lazy about a Sunday.
It's almost an unwritten law that sleep ins, long hot coffees, cigarettes and the newspaper are indulgences that anyone can be forgiven for - on a Sunday.
The coffee tastes richer, the food is much more comforting, and the chirping of the birds is just that little bit chirpier.
Sitting here at a cafe, feeding the birds and sipping on a hot frothy chai latte, I am the most content I have been all week.
Damn you Sunday, why do you have to end?
It's almost an unwritten law that sleep ins, long hot coffees, cigarettes and the newspaper are indulgences that anyone can be forgiven for - on a Sunday.
The coffee tastes richer, the food is much more comforting, and the chirping of the birds is just that little bit chirpier.
Sitting here at a cafe, feeding the birds and sipping on a hot frothy chai latte, I am the most content I have been all week.
Damn you Sunday, why do you have to end?
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