So, Day One is nearly at an end. And it has been bloody tough. Terrible. Horrible. Nasty. Red faced, and quite defeating.
The worst part is not the physical aspect, but the mind boggle. 315 more words
I find Sunday a particularly strange day. I don’t know exactly why but I’ll try to explain
1. Sunday slows down, people walk slower, they drive slower, they eat their food slower, they take longer to get dressed, it’s weird. 259 more words
This is so true, is it because on Sunday people tend to relax more?