Sunday, 13 August 2023

Boring Sunday


It's one of those weeks.  Nothing is happening, nothing excites.  
I sit here, staring out the window, seeking inspiration.  All that comes to me is a desire to go to sleep.
The world is silent, even for a Sunday evening.  What the weatherman calls a 'breeze' is shaking the trees opposite, while clouds, often grey, scud across the sky, occasional, blue peeking out.  Dogs are not barking, children are not shouting, and I suppose this is caused by feeding time at the individuals home zoo.
Football is boring.  Church was boring, walking there tiring.  Food unappetising.
It's all joy and happiness this week!

I think it's time for sleep...

2 comments:

the fly in the web said...

No sleep here...bottle feeding puppies.

Adullamite said...

Fly, What fun! Hold on, you don't have puppies!