[Sundae]

Our clocks went forward today.
It's 10.44 now (according to the 'puter).

I felt wonderful when I woke up.
Realising it was Sunday. I wasn't waiting for the alarm to go off, I didn't have to rush and hustle.
Sunday is a gift now, because I don't hate Monday, because I don't worry all day. And also because I'm not alone. It's not a trial to get through. The 'rents have their routines and so do I. They go to Tesco in the morning (yay - house to myself!) and I bake a cake late morning or early afternoon.
And I get a dinner made for me in the evening.

Used to be I helped make or at least wash up, but then we had the spat about not eating together - the one where I pulled a face at Mum's coughing. We've avoided that situation pretty much ever since.

Part of me thinks we should be over this by now and I should extend an olive branch. Another part of me thinks at least this way there won't be another row - there've been too many over dinner, really.