Sunday afternoon is a day to wash the car
It’s a day for watching TV, not a day for going far
My missus thinks it’s a day for doing things, things that would otherwise be missed
And certain things like watching TV don’t seem to be on her list.
Her list and mine differ in many ways and they’re hard to reconcile
She doesn’t seem to understand that things can wait a while
Sunday is about fried breakfasts, old movies and cups of tea
Roast beef and Yorkshire pud; well, that’s how it is for me
She’s quite right about the light in the garage needing fixing
(But she hardly ever goes in there so it’s not going to affect her, really)
And there’s no point in the two of us going shopping
(I mean, it doesn’t need two people and I’ll only be in the way , clearly)
I could mow the lawn but then the grass is far to wet
And I can hardly paint the porch when it hasn’t been sanded yet
I’m tempted to wash the car but that John Wayne film starts soon and it’s getting rather late
And the TV remote needs new batteries so I think I’ve got enough on my plate!