While i was watching my DVDs it got me thinking to when i first started to love sundays, back in my first year of university. I lived with four others, three girls and one other boy. Just about every weekend the girls went home, leaving Mike and I the rulers of our flat for a few days. With less people in the house the novelty of enough hot water to be in the shower for as long as you liked was the biggest luxury, and often the highlight of the week.
From then on, Sundays became the best day, Mike and I ate delicious food, chatted, laughed, got up to mischief, wondered around York, but most importantly stopped everything for an hour to watch the OC.
So i guess i owe some of my love of Sundays to Mike. If you ever happen to stumble upon this blog Mike, i thank you and miss you.
Before skipping off to spend the day with the Waugh (to stuff our faces and watch Wayne's World obv), i had my usual chats with my dearest Dolly; As i was away last weekend this time was sorely missed.
This week the chats were about friends. When I was saying goodbye to Dolly, and telling her i was off to Louise's house, we got to chatting about the importance of friendship and how wonderful it is to find friends to comfortably hang out with, never needing to looking at your watch to see when it is time to quickly depart.