Sundays are for crossing all your fingers and toes that you’ve not picked up a cold while travelling across the country in a packed train. I will be collecting precautionary supplies of Lemsip, Olbas Oil, and sage (you can never be too careful around this time of year, the ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future are working overtime).
When you are armed with your sickness supplies, Sundays are for getting truly familiar with a comfy spot on the safe, ensconcing yourself in blankets, and losing yourself in some good reading for a few hours.
