The sinking sensation of a Sunday is something I had totally forgotten about over the summer. But today, with real life snapping at our heels and waiting to bite on Wednesday, the feeling descended.
It's a hard one to describe. The restlessness of wanting to get on with the new week mingled with the sorrow of relinquishing freedom.
In trying to evade it, I tackle the cupboard under the stairs. It is a magnet for clobber - too many coats, gloves, waterproofs and assorted unpaired shoes jumbled up with bottles of wine (hooray!), picnic blankets and electrical extension cords. But even discarding the redundant items and banishing the spiders has failed to lift my spirits.
I'm irritable and keen for Sunday to just be over. For the fresh start of a new morning.