I love Sundays. Although I’m long retired and pretty much every day is the same, more or less, I still find Sunday a special day. Not that I always did, mind you. I wrote about hating Sundays in a previous article, Sunday, Bloody Sunday.
When I rise on the Seventh Day, I brew a cup of PG Tips, Yorkshire Tea or English Breakfast and take a peek at the Spanish News on La1. I find the Spanish equivalent of the BBC gives thorough coverage of world events and is not all parochial like the BBC or CNN tend to be. And it does my Spanish a power of good.
Next a second cuppa and a session on the computer to update my website, www.help-me-ronda.com. As a bare minimum I bring the WHAT’S ON – ENTERTAINMENT GUIDE up to date and add a new QUOTE OF THE DAY. I may also write or post an article to the BLOG or add some photos to the GALLERY.
After that I watch the repeat of MATCH OF THE DAY, before heading off to Ronda to get my Sunday papers: Spanish SUR, RONDA Semanal and the English freebies, SUR in English and The OLIVE PRESS.
My Sunday ritual continues as I go for a breakfast treat – churros. This allows me to read the papers in peace.
SUR is an important paper for me, since it enables me to catch up on the latest international, national and regional news, improving my Spanish all the while.
RONDA Semanal gives me the local news. I learn some new vocabulary or expression nearly every time.
SUR in English is a digest of the past week’s news plus some original columns by English journalists.
The OLIVE PRESS, published fortnightly is good for its coverage of environmental issues, fraud and corruption and its area-based or theme-based supplements.
Well-fed and well-read I sometimes go off to the market and or the garden centre.
By now it’s late morning, so I return home to do some gardening or maintenance on the house.
Both garden and house are large so there’s always loads to do. My vegetables and plants always need attention and weeds grow well and fast in the Andalusian climate.
Come the evening it’s time for a trip to the dump with our recycled rubbish and to my local for a pre-prandial beer or three.
Dinner prepared by my super-cook wife, the Lovely Rita, and MOTD2 completes a perfect day.
So, no more Sunday, Bloody Sunday, but Happy Sundays.
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (eyeonspain.com)