This is how every Sunday should be. Coffee and cooked breakfast, a read of the paper, a walk around an old area of town taking photos, washing the car in the sunshine while listening on the radio to the Canucks win, lunch outside, a nurse of the boy as he falls asleep, a short nap for myself, afternoon tea outside and now to get a little work done before family comes over for a roast lamb dinner.
Now if only it was a long weekend and I didn’t have to get up to go to work tomorrow morning it would be truly perfect.