'I don't like Sundays...'

Life As a predicted yesterday, today felt like another Sunday. Ended up watching the John Hughes film Some Kind Of Wonderful, endless tsunami coverage and tidying around. Actually went to a pub this evening with Chris once we'd finally swapped Christmas presents: a book about palm reading and phrenology hand (injoke, story here); a cd of one his old band Roosta's gigs and a book of The Worst Album Covers In The World ... Ever. During our second beer, after I told him about how things were going to change for me this year and shocked him that I hadn't heard anything by Franz Ferdinand he told me he didn't like Sundays. I told him it almost sounded like a song. And reminded him that we still had one more day off. That we'd be back in work after tomorrow. Agreed it was too soon but he seemed to cheer up.