“Some people stand in the darkness, afraid to step into the light”, are the words of wisdom that Mitch blared to all around 6:00pm on LWT to me and my family.
I always felt sad upon hearing the waves crash knowing that fifty minutes later would be bed time for school on the morrow.
Sundays were the after dinner chores of the week. Table cleaning was Thursday dessert was Saturday, but washing up and drying all them plates and spoons were Sundays through and through.
What is it about Sundays when you’re a kid? only religious telly, places all shut, only Four tv channels, of course this is 1989 when I was seven so not exactly a happening life.
If Monday were Sunday, and the rest of the week too, then they would have had to make about 4000 series of Baywatch to have an episode an evening and I don’t think David Hasselhoff has that kind of swimming prowess.
If Friday did not exist, then how would I feel a sense of freedom for myself, knowing that the next day was mine and mine alone to be who I wished.
Instead it would be Sunday and I would know that tomorrow was Sunday, and the day after that like the world’s dullest time loop.
If every day was a Sunday, would I learn to love the most muted day of the week? Or would we all despair. I guess there would never be any work for anyone or school so perhaps a world of Sundays is a more manageable life for many folks.