A seven a.m. alarm clock starts off the daily routine that "Goofy/George" must endure, always anticipating the relaxation of that Sunday morning lie in. That is, of course, until "Junior" decides that dad has slept for too long, mum wants to do the hoovering, the phone rings and then there's the washing machine, trumpet practice - maybe even a visitor for lunch. I know: some succour from a delve into the Sunday paper? Fat chance - peace is elusive! "Junior" and the dog want a leisurely drive to the coast? More a traffic jam of like minded optimists! Quickly his thoughts turn to the relief of Monday when he will be glad for the chance to get back to the sanity of work! It's quite an effective observation of the Sunday madness that so often constitutes the epitome of the day of rest for the working man! People who say "Happy Monday" always annoy me but maybe they have a point! Mum keeps a sensibly low profile, too!