I'm glad it's Sunday again. I can stay in bed as long as I like, drinking tea and 1 those thick newspapers that are brought 2 the newsboy through the letterbox at 8:30. In this way, I can catch pu with all the things I haven't got time to read during my work time. When I 3 the papers, I then prepare my bath. The Sunday morning bath is 4 of the week. There's no need to hurr because there's no bus to catch and my friends are told not to call me up before noon on Sundays, so there is no danger of being troubled by the telephone. 5 spend the afternnon after lunch is always a bit of problem. In summer I can go to the park and sit in a chair 6 boys playing football, while in winter I sit in front of the fire and fall asleep when reading a book. Sometimes I turn on the television and sleep through an old film. Then there's the 7 ahead of me. Perhaps I'll call on some friends or go to the cinema 8 a new film I want to see or to town for a concert. Oh, there are 9 pleasant ways of passing Sunday evenings. The only sad thing is that Monday morning is getting 10 .