A wetherspoon morning with the price of a pint to keep off the yawning.
Or gurrning, or yearning.
For a boring Sunday to share with the best of the rest of a dysfunctional family.
A table number and familiar faces with a drink included.
No one excluded, for even a bottomless Irish coffee and a point to plug in your countless phones.
A wetherspoon morning well remembered, and so near and yet so there but for the grace of tomorrow is another day.
And a warning, as another day starts with a wetherspoon morning.