... Yes, many years, nay decades, ago...
... Sunday was a Day of Rest.
Okay, we were pretty much MADE to go to church, but apart from that it was a quiet, contemplative day - boring perhaps to a child/ teenager, but distinctive in its calm and almost soporific difference.
Those Sunday afternoon naps, following the joint of beef and my Mum's fab rice pudding, while a black and white film played on the TV - in the front room of course.
Oh for those days.
Just to let everything slow down for a while. To be different from the rest of our days. Wouldn't necessarily have to be about God and church, but it would be so lovely to be able to say, without guilt or regret, "Sorry, I'm having a Day of Rest."

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