fighting the sunday blues.

fish and chips wrapped in yesterday's paper. not enough salt and vinegar. colourful cushions and blankets sprawled inside the back of a shiny black bantam. moody eastern cape skies above. a two litre coca cola and some mellow jams. every sunday should be spent like this. with laughter and friends and food to fight the sunday blues. and just when you think the day couldn't get better. the clouds make way for the sun. somehow along with all the blues that monday brings there's some sunlight left for sunday.