The Sunday Papers
Sundays are for lying in bed and listening to the persistent rain beating at the skylight. It's a comforting sound but one that's become all too familiar in this seemingly endless winter. This week has at least brought murmurs of sunlight in the mornings, but for now they're often drowned out by the tap tap tap of rain.
While the sound of the rain is exhausting its welcome, the urge to stay in a cosy bed and pooh-pooh the outside remains very welcome. For now, I will put the thought that I need to go to the shops and pick up food for the week into a shoebox and hide it away under the bed, next to the lost socks and sleeping spiders.