Sunday not Bloody Sunday

What could be better than driving up to Stratford on a Sunday morning?

What could be better than spending four hours with Amy and her friend Stephy in Stratford?

What could be better than having a finely-cooked mushroom risotto for lunch with two charmingly gorgeous young ladies?

What could be better than spending ages browsing in the games, audio and video sections of HMV with them?

What could be better than sitting in Starbucks with these two lovely young women and having fun conversations about random things?

What could be better than meeting Amy’s brand new car, a car that looks and smells so fresh and new that it only rolled off the production line a few hours ago?

What could be better than driving home via Vin’s yard, loving him up and feeding him carrots?

What could be better than getting home and spending many quality hours with Soph?

Well I really don’t know what could be better than any of these things, but better than all of them?

Nada.

3 thoughts on “Sunday not Bloody Sunday

  1. Doing all those things then going home to find that a mysterious squillionaire has decided to give you £20 million as a gift and you can now retire and do something more interesting than going to work every day?

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