All my life I've hated Sundays but

All my life I've hated Sundays but this Sunday is a corker. I get back to the flat at one by two, things have got so bad that I decide to go home home home, Mum and Dad home. It was waking up in the middle of the night and wondering where I belonged that did it: I don't belong at home, and I don't want to belong at home, but at least home is a somewhere I know My parents are OK, if you like that sort ofthing, which I don't My dad is a bit dim but something of a know-all, which is a pretty fatal combination; you can tell from his silly, fussy beard that he's going to be the sort who doesn't talk much sense and won't listen to any reason. My mum is just a mum, which is an unforgivable thing to say in any circumstances except this one. She worries, she gives me a hard time about the shop, she gives me a hard time about my childlessness. I wish I wanted to see them more but I don't, and when I've got nothing else to feel bad about, I feel bad about that. They'll be pleased to see me this afternoon, although my heart sinks when I see that Genevieve is on TV this afternoon When I get there, the joke's on me: they're not in. I've come a million stops on the Metropolitan Line on a Sunday afternoon, I've waited eight years for a bus, Genevieve is on the television and they're not here.They didn't even call to let me know they wouldn't be here, not that I called to let them know I was coming If I was at all prone to self-pity, which I am, I would feel bad about the terrible irony of finding your parents out when, finally, you need them

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All my life I've hated Sundays but this Sunday is a corker. I get back to the flat at one by two, things have got so bad that I decide to go home home home, Mum and Dad home. It was waking up in the middle of the night and wondering where I belonged that did it: I don't belong at home, and I don't want to belong at home, but at least a home is somewhere I know My parents are OK, if you like that sort ofthing, which I don't My dad is a bit dim but something of a know-all , which is a pretty fatal combination; You can tell from his silly, fussy beard that he's going to be the sort who doesn't talk much sense and won't listen to any reason. My mum is just a mum, which is an unforgivable thing to say in any circumstances except this one. She worries, she gives me a hard time about the shop, she gives me a hard time about my childlessness. I wish I wanted to see them more but I don't, and when I've got nothing else to feel bad about, I feel bad about that. They'll be pleased to see me this afternoon, although my heart sinks when I see that Genevieve is on TV this afternoon When I get there, the joke's on me: they're not in. I've come a million stops on the Metropolitan Line on a Sunday afternoon, I've waited eight years for a bus, Genevieve is on the television and they're not here. They didn't even call to let me know they wouldn't be here, not that I called to let them know I was coming If I was at all prone to self-pity, which I am, I would feel bad about the terrible irony of finding your parents out when, finally, you need them

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All my life I've hated Sundays but this Sunday is a corker. I get back to the flat at one by two, things have got so bad that I decide to go home home home, Mum and Dad home. It was waking up in the middle of the night and wondering where I belonged that did it: I do not belong at home, and I do not want to belong at home, but at least home is a somewhere I know My parents are OK, if you like that sort ofthing, which I do not My dad is a bit dim but something of a know-all, which is a pretty fatal combination; you can tell from his silly, fussy beard that he's going to be the sort who does not talk much sense and will not listen to any reason. My mum is just a mum, which is an unforgivable thing to say in any circumstances except this one. She worries, she gives me a hard time about the shop, she gives me a hard time about my childlessness. I wish I wanted to see them more but I do not, and when I've got nothing else to feel bad about, I feel bad about that. They'll be pleased to see me this afternoon, although my heart sinks when I see that Genevieve is on TV this afternoon When I get there, the joke's on me: they're not in. I've come a million stops on the Metropolitan Line on a Sunday afternoon, I've waited eight years for a bus, Genevieve is on the television and they're not here.They did not even call to let me know they wouldn 't be here, not that I called to let them know I was coming If I was at all prone to self-pity, which I am, I would feel bad about the terrible irony of finding your parents out when, finally, you need them

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all my life i"ve hated Sundays but this sunday is a corker. i get back to the flat at one by two, things have got so bad that i decide to go home home home, Mum and dad home. it was waking up in the middle of the night and wondering where i) that was it: i don"t belong at home, and i don"t want to belong at home, but at least home is somewhere i know my parents are ok, if you like that sort ofthing, which i don"t my dad is a bit dim but something of a know all, which is a pretty fatal combination; you can tell from his very, fussy beard that he "s going to be the sort who doesn"t talk much sense and won"t listen to any reason. my mum is just a mum, which is an unforgivable thing to say in any circumstances except this one. she worries, she gives me a hard time about the shop, she gives me a hard time about my childlessness. i wish i wanted to see them more but i don"t, and i"ve got nothing else to feel bad about, i feel bad about that. they "ll be pleased to see me this afternoon, in my heart sinks when i see that genevieve is on tv this afternoon when i get there, the joke"s on me, they"re not in. i "ve come a million stops on the metropolitan line on a sunday afternoon, i"ve extra fees eight years for a bus, genevieve is on the television and they"re not here. they didn"t even call to let me know they wouldn"t be here, not that i called to let them know i was coming if i was at all prone to self for us, which i am, i would feel bad about the standard of irony of finding your parents out and, finally, you need them