Aufstehen, Sonntagsanzug anziehen. Zum Bäcker, Sonntagsbrötchen und Sonntagszeitung besorgen. Ab in die Sonntagsmesse. Nach Hause, Sonntagsbraten verspeisen. (Aufpassen, dass niemand die Sonntagsfrage stellt.) Onkel und Tante kommen zu Besuch, alte Sonntagsfahrer. Haben aber Goldbogeneis mitgebracht. Abends dann Tatort. Blutiger Sonntag, wirklich blutig.
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