There's nothing so lovely as relaxing on a Sunday afternoon; all the work is completed for the week and there's nothing that can't wait until Monday to be done.
Normally we're well fed and feeling pretty chilled so we settle down to watch a film together. But today Rachel has picked up her library book "The Secret Garden" and she's reading it to me. It must be 30 years since i read it and 20 since I've seen a dramatised version.
What perfect sunday afternoon bliss.