I'm not alone in getting this right? Still? Even now as a full-on adult? I wish I'd grow out of it. Its like I can smell Monday morning blowing downwind from about 6pm onwards.
Totally explicable as a kid of course. Sunday evenings in a one TV household with Last of Summer Wine / Antiques Roadshow / Songs of Praise were prime misery-causers, and my Mum would insist on me polishing my school-shoes (seems odd now, I haven't polished any shoes in about three years) pack my bag and do homework.
As I felt then is about how I feel now. Except there's MOTD2 to look forward to. Oh and I'm largely responsible for my own bed-time.