Sunday Best by Matthew Tomlin

I hate Sundays. The day of rest, except I feel inclined to work. Time never stops, so why should we? I could put on my suit and spend the morning in church, lift the weight off my shoulders. £12.74 an hour. Earning that for a day is three weeks-worth of food, or my car insurance for the month. Bills don’t stop, they edge closer. If I spent a day loitering, lounging in my home, I’d get all guilty. I can have as many days of rest as I like when I’m retired, but not now.