Ah, Sunday and the randomly scheduled and occasionally referred to Family Day.
For years now, every couple of months Grumpy has a mild tanty and says “I just wanna bloody do something on Sundays”. Which is really lovely. Except that he brings it up in the middle of a Wednesday when my mind is otherwise occupied.
Also, I don’t want to think about it. This year, I have manged to rein in the mayhem