What's the point in Sunday's?

I don't know what it is with this day but it always seems like the idea of Sunday's is to bore you. Shops close at four, the television shows the worst of British culture and the radio plays songs that are so bad they want to make you tie that rope around your neck.

What is there to do on a Sunday?

I've managed to sit at the computer desk since I awoke at eleven, I've managed to text and talk to my girlfriend and I've put laundry out to dry. Where as my parents have managed to moan, moan and oh, have a go at me for no apparent reason.

I know what I need to do but weather I'll get around to actually doing it is a different matter.

Fall