Dog walks and diaries for Corrie’s Sally Lindsay
How does Sunday start? The same as every morning, just a little later. Most mornings we’re up at 7am for school runs and all that nonsense. You can tell we’re middle-aged: sleeping to half eight feels indulgent.
A slow start? If the boys have a football match we’re up and out. If the game is nearby, I’ll join them. My husband always ends up being referee; it seems very political. I come with my fold-out chair and flask of tea and sit on the sideline happily. I never have a clue what’s going on, but I’ll cheer them on anyway.