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...