Sundays are in my eyes, the most controversial day of the week. Some argue that they’re boring, the threat of work or school the following day looms over us and an early night is always on the cards.

However, I’m not personally averse to a Sunday – I can lie in bed till a silly hour of the morning/early afternoon, get some school work done, have a Sunday roast with the family – in principle this sounds ideal!

However that is until you factor into the equation the rest of the population.

Does the earth turn slower on a Sunday? Do people become blind to what is glaringly obvious on any other day of the week? I think so.

This Sunday resulted in a near miss with a driver on the phone while I was out running.

He smiled out of the window of his Range Rover and continued his conversation – obviously returning home for a Sunday dinner.

A weekly shop on a Sunday is a terrible idea. Shoppers move around as though they’re waiting for Christmas to arrive in order to approach the next aisle. Ninety-five per cent of the population throughout the UK becomes devoid of a sense of urgency – an entire “but it’s Sunday” attitude descends upon the country.

We drive slower, we walk slower-we spend longer at the cashpoint.

It’s painful.

Every Sunday venture involves patience and understanding that the rest of the population aren’t functioning properly because they’re in a Sunday mood.

I was born on a Sunday, and I have to thank God that midwives and doctors don’t adopt this same, overly relaxed attitude.

I genuinely believe that if a bomb went off then some people would still stroll along in their Sunday reverie.

Perhaps on a Sunday we should all limit ourselves to the confines of our homes, to make the most arduous task of turning the TV on, cooking Sunday dinner and buying the morning papers.