It took the arrival of some get-up-and-go* friends this weekend for us to realise that we have got rather used to doing nothing on a Sunday.

We deflated about a dozen suggestions for things to do with:

What …on a Sunday? I don’t think so.
Closed.
Shut.
Not today.
Yes normally, but not Sunday.
You should have said earlier we could have done that yesterday.

After much deliberating though we finally found something to do: and took them to visit the Cathedral.

I have a feeling they returned to the UK under the impression we’d become closet clergy.

*i.e. those without kids