I've said it before, and I trust nobody will blame me if I say it again. I love Monday mornings.
No bathroom sprint, no emergency dash with the smoothing iron, no where's my briefcase, travelcard, keys. No traffic cough. No underground crush. No "Mind the gap". No train cancelled. No mobile ringtones. No bad-tempered queues. No litter streets. No roaring trash trucks. No blaring sirens.
Not late, dirty-fingered, tired already.
Monday morning in the sacristy.
Chiesa di San Gottardo, Carmine Superiore.