I like sundays – well, sundays like this, mostly spent reading on the sofa or out in the garden. Quiet days upon which Lyn and I just enjoy each others company, under a clear blue sky. They remind me of sundays back up north, of spending hours in the conservatory reading the sunday times. It was on sundays, too, that my favorite programmes were on t.v, like Michael Palin’s travelogues; and indeed tonight there is a show about Australia I’m looking forward too. Yes, there is something about sundays I like – something homely and wholesome, like the feel of mum’s roast lamb in your stomach: I just felt it, out in the garden with Lyn, so that, for a moment, I was the most content man in the world.