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Ever since I was
old enough to form an opinion I've hated Sundays. I guess that is normal when
Sundays signify the end of the weekend and the start of the school/work week
the next day, but not so normal when you don't work and everyday involves around
the same routine. What are even worse
are bank holiday weekends - as I get that awful Sunday feeling twice.
Right up until I
became ill with ME I think I just had that normal sense of "Oh, the
weekend's over - bloody school/work again tomorrow." Now, there is nothing
normal about the depth of sadness I feel every Sunday. It was less so during the autumn and winter months
but as we creep towards longer days, it is definitely getting worse.
