The Sunday Papers
Sundays are for finally, after months of waiting, getting your siblings to come round and collect their shares of the bequeathed photos and other familial bric-a-brac that’s been leaving a dust smell in your spare room. Yet not getting mad about it, as you know their tardiness only confirms what you knew all along: you really are the most responsible one. Take that warm, cosy smugness to the sofa, and relax with some of the past week’s finest readables.
