Sunday Afternoons

Sunday afternoons are intensely boring and usually result in the kind of relentless brain-rotting tedium that drives people to commit violent hate-crimes or start reading the Daily Mail, or both.
Saturdays are OK, Saturday is a “get things done” day in the minds of most people. Saturday is a trip to the shops or a DIY day. Saturday you might go and look at expensive electrical items in an out-of-town retail park or even attend a barbecue at a friend’s house if it wasn’t raining enough to drown birds in flight.
Sunday of course is an unusual beast. In an old storybook the main character “God” decided to partition Sunday’s off as a day of rest. Historically, with the majority of the nation using it as a day to recover from Saturday’s excesses and the emotionless wheels of industry using the day as a statutory rest-period for their worker drones, Sundays tend to be quiet.
Depressingly so. The afternoon is the time most of the country has reserved for pointless activites – like paintballing, mowing the lawn or washing the car. All of the activities that people associate with performing on a Sunday afternoon are those which are at the bottom of the all-time “things to do list”. Hence toenails get clipped, cakes baked, microwave-clocks set and houses cleaned.
Sunday afternoon is merely a gaping expanse of time demanding to be filled; anutterly utterly poor part of the week.