What is it about Sunday afternoons? Maybe it's the bigger than usual lunch, or the chance to catch up on a few zzzzzzs before the start of the working week (he he!), or the fact that anything on the telly is so mind-blowingly boring or indeed the combination of all these, that makes it almost compulsory to have to have an afternoon nap?
James is flat out on the sofa in the sunroom, the puppies are well away and I have to admit to struggling with the old eyelids myself!
I can vividly remember the same soporific state from when we were kids when, after Sunday lunch, the family would all settle down to watch the afternoon film and invariably everyone would fall asleep before the end. (Actually the Sunday afternoon film was usually something like 'Lassie Come Home' and I'm GLAD I fell asleep before the end because LASSIE FILMS ALWAYS MADE ME CRY!)
Anyway, I'm going to get my book and have a little lie down in the living room, where I shall undoubtedly nod off only to be disturbed by the phone ringing and Charles telling me he either has or hasn't done the deal on the car!

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