LOL at weekend world .... I used to love sunday evenings when i was a kid .... nice bath, then downstairs warmly wrapped up in a big towelling dressing gown to enjoy the sunday tea ritual of boiled eggs and soldiers......... it was heaven. But joy was always cut short because My dad used to insist on watching "The Onedin line" every bloody sunday... I used to think it was a magic programme ... you start watching it on the sofa, then you wake up the next morning in bed ?? It took me ages to work out that i always fell asleep during it and dad used to carry me up to bed
Happy days ...