Metropol

Sundays promise a lot but never deliver. Yes, most of us enjoy a nice lie in but it's downhill from there until the Monday morning alarm clock isn't it?

Even as a child I hated it. Get past the Yorkshire puddings and what's left? A fight with your brother, some tinned salmon for tea followed by pear halves with Carnation on, Songs of Praise and then some utterly boring *gentle* comedy, bath, jamas, bed. Bleurgh.

I like Fridays. At five o'clock.

Yes I know. :roll: Okay, then. *cough* Crackerjack!

I like Sundays, because by then I've usually finished the mountain of work that has piled up over the weekend.

chinajan wrote:Crackerjack!

CRACKERJACK!

Oooh i could rip a tissue.

I hated the Krankies she/he is creepy.