How do you spend Sundays ?

[scottycelt]

You'll have to move to The Land That Time Forgot, scotty - aka Derbyshire

Oh, you and your obsession with Derbyshire, amsey ...

[marthe]

The Sunday paper, which in our house was (and still is) the New York Times, has always been part of the Sunday ritual. For me, the Sunday crossword is the most important part. Most of the time I just get the crossword from the library, which is open on Sunday, by making a copy and I then glance through the other sections while there. I stopped actually buying the Times when the price went up over $6. Too much paper, too many ads.

[Mary Chambers]

My maternal grandfather was the headmaster of a Church of England school, and until my mother escaped to university she had to go to church three times on Sundays. The effect was that once she had any choice she never went to church again, except to get married. My father took us to church while my mother cooked lunch, an occupation she much preferred! When I was a child I had the beautiful picture book of Bible stories that was her 'Sunday book' when she was little. I suppose it would have dated from 1911-ish. Very large with wonderful brightly coloured illustrations - I particularly remember Rebekah at the Well for some reason. Why on earth didn't I keep it? (I also had her Tales from the Arabian Nights, presumably not a Sunday book, a similar large and colourful format. It gave me nightmares.)

[Anna]

As a child Sunday was very much a family day - it was the only day we really saw Father, and Grandma always came over. Typical roast lunch then walking the dog, but sometimes a day trip to the seaside with fish and chips or some healthy hill walking with a picnic.

My Mother, as a child, hated Sundays. She and her brother were brought up by various aunts and uncles and then her grandparents in the Rhondda Valley - Chapel three times a day and definitely no playing with toys but sitting quietly reading an improving book, she recalled it as a very miserable time.

[Serial_Apologist]

Oh, you and your obsession with Derbyshire, amsey ...

Crown Derbyshire, please!

[eighthobstruction]

You see how bad Mondays can be....that you have to talk about Sundays....

[Serial_Apologist]

You see how bad Mondays can be....that you have to talk about Sundays....

But yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away...

[scottycelt]

When it comes to Sundays I confess that I'm now more of a Wee Free than a Catholic. There's a lot to be said for staying indoors with the curtains drawn and giving yourself (and the rest of the world) a rest. Essential services excepted, of course. The most delightful Sunday I ever spent was on the Isle of Skye, though admittedly our secular hotel did have a licensed bar.

I remember being in Dublin many years ago on a Sunday and thought I'd just entered the City of Bedlam. The most memorable moments were witnessing priests in full uniform complete with dog-collars (ah, remember those!) scurrying around at Baldoyle racecourse (now a housing estate apparently) placing bets with bookies, after no doubt a nice 'little' Holy Hour after morning Mass. Mind you, I thought it was hilarious at the time.

God only knows (with apologies to the Beach Boys) what Irish Sundays are like now ...

[Mr Pee]

You'll have to move to The Land That Time Forgot, scotty - aka Derbyshire

You've obviously never been to Lincolnshire.......

[teamsaint]

When it comes to Sundays I confess that I'm now more of a Wee Free than a Catholic. There's a lot to be said for staying indoors with the curtains drawn and giving yourself (and the rest of the world) a rest. Essential services excepted, of course. The most delightful Sunday I ever spent was on the Isle of Skye, though admittedly our secular hotel did have a licensed bar.

I remember being in Dublin many years ago on a Sunday and thought I'd just entered the City of Bedlam. The most memorable moments were witnessing priests in full uniform complete with dog-collars (ah, remember those!) scurrying around at Baldoyle racecourse (now a housing estate apparently) placing bets with bookies, after no doubt a nice 'little' Holy Hour after morning Mass. Mind you, I thought it was hilarious at the time.

God only knows (with apologies to the Beach Boys) what Irish Sundays are like now ...

Couldn't say, but I did once attend what must surelyhave been the fastest Mass in history. It was in Cork, and the start of mass coincided almost precisely with kick off (or whatever its called)in a vital televised hurling semi final involving the county !
Blink and you missed it !!

[teamsaint]

You've obviously never been to Lincolnshire.......

perhaps they should move portsmouth there !!

[scottycelt]

Couldn't say, but I did once attend what must surelyhave been the fastest Mass in history. It was in Cork, and the start of mass coincided almost precisely with kick off (or whatever its called)in a vital televised hurling semi final involving the county !
Blink and you missed it !!

[mangerton]

The most delightful Sunday I ever spent was on the Isle of Skye, though admittedly our secular hotel did have a licensed bar.

I remember my first visit to Skye in August 1979. We arrived in Portree around 1 pm on a Saturday, and the rain was pouring down. We saw a large number of men leaving the church, all dressed in black suits, white shirts, and black ties. We thought there must have been a funeral, but in fact they had been at a preparatory service for Communion, which apparently was a three day event.

Not the best weekend I've ever spent!

[teamsaint]

I remember my first visit to Skye in August 1979. We arrived in Portree around 1 pm on a Saturday, and the rain was pouring down. We saw a large number of men leaving the church, all dressed in black suits, white shirts, and black ties. We thought there must have been a funeral, but in fact they had been at a preparatory service for Communion, which apparently was a three day event.

Not the best weekend I've ever spent!

See above, and give county Cork a go. You can do mass in under 20 mins !!

[scottycelt]

I remember my first visit to Skye in August 1979. We arrived in Portree around 1 pm on a Saturday, and the rain was pouring down ... Not the best weekend I've ever spent!

Yes, but surely that is the beauty of the unique Skye experience, mangerton ... the heavens always open for everyone, and not just on the Sabbath.