When one lives alone then Sundays can be a bit of a pain because it is the day in the week when families do things together. But it doesn't need to be like that.
The four of us - four friends, all widows ranging in age from early seventies to mid-nineties, meet for coffee in the week and for lunch every Sunday.
We have many a laugh, never have to think about cooking Sunday lunch, take joy from one another's company. How do people who have no friends manage through life?
I left a line full of problem washing (handwash only;line dry; wash and iron inside out with a cool iron; wash dark colours separately - you know the kind of thing) flapping in the breeze when I drove off to collect friend W for lunch. When I came back it was all dry and it is now inside and waiting to be ironed. Although it said wash dark colours separately the red cotton blouse has not made my white knickers pale pink, nor has the navy blue cardigan made them pale blue. I sometimes think that manufacturers print these things in garments just to protect themselves. I just plonked it all in the washing machine together (I might of course change my mind when I find that one of the garments has shrunk!)
Suddenly the land around us has taken on a different aspect. The two fields in front of the farmhouse have been harvested (wheat) for wholecrop, the fields have been double-ploughed and today they have been re-sown for next year's crop. The fields around the farm which have recently been silaged have now been well and truly 'mucked' (leaving a rather healthy but unsavoury smell permeating the whole house). In the garden at the side of the house the rowan is being summarily stripped of its berries by blackbirds. The tree is full of them as they furtively hop from branch to branch helping themselves - dropping more berries than they consume but not somehow having the sense to fly down and pick the berries up from the floor. Can anybody explain why it is that these same blackirds can spot a grub of some sort at close quarters, or a worm emerging from the ground? Yet they can't see a dazzlingly orange berry they have just dropped?