Oh, do we love Sundays? Sundays at one point were my favourite day. I always had the day off and so did my love. We used to sleep late, be silly (mandatory), drink way too early in the day (like breakfast time) and basically be ourselves. It was our time to do with as we wished.
Wake up girl, it is Sunday morn.
It is. Champagne, chocolate or muffin first?
That I can do! My tooth brush or yours?
Naughty! Never share my toothbrush!
And after that, dear cheeky thing?
Before or after the muffin?
And then we will rush to Cafe Rouge for lunch and newspapers
In front of everyone! Here's your glass, a champagne toast to love!
I so miss my Sundays with my girl!