The Sunday Papers
Sundays are for looking at your frost-crusted window and sacking off all plans of leaving the house. After all, the central heating has been broken for a week and there is no hope of a repair for another three. There is nothing outside of the confines of your duvet that’s not cold.
How will you occupy your time in bed? How will you stave off the basic needs of food, micturation, and, well, cups of tea? It shall be with articles and essays, dear reader. Articles and essays.
