Continued from part 1.

Poem satirising how supermarkets like Tesco have become the new places of worship on Sundays.

Helping the milkman at weekends and holidays.

SERVANTS.

Why I believe that Sunday is such a horrible day.

Love is a complicated thing.

Love stories don’t always have a happy ending.

Dedicated to an important member of my family.

Dashing away in her pajamas and socks she slipped on the wooden floor and slid under the table.

Wonderful wintery Sundays.