|This is what I SHOULD be eating on a Sunday. Instead, I’m eating bagels and crisps.|
Mostly, I spoil my Sundays by worrying that I should be making more of them. I get to thinking that I probably haven’t done as much exercise as I should during the week; I’ve probably eaten too much and should cut back; I haven’t really had a chance to read and should dedicate some time to that and I’ve likely not been speaking much Spanish (or than to The Travel Bug) and that I should probably be revising more. THEN I get started on how much blogging I’ve neglected to do the previous week and how disorganised I am. Really, what I do on a Sunday is beat myself up.
Therefore, in my wisdom (!) I have decided to put things straight. Or, you know, make a half assed attempt at it, anyway.
I, Suzanne, do solenmly swear to: