on a Sunday morning

Oh, how I hate the changing of the clocks. Have been in this island for over 30 years and still don't get used to it. Neither do my Sunday morning pupils, by the look on their faces when I showed up at the usual time. Wish I could find a different time for that lesson, it kind of ruins my Saturday nights.

Beginning to feel like I want to hide from the news and not watch or read any of it, the whole br*x*t mess, the Trump show and, particularly, the Venezuelan debacle, so much more complex and complicated than the views we get in the media and with such horrific potential.