Billy Cotton sang a song called ‘Sunday Afternoon Arter Dinner’ on his weekly radio programme in the 1950s. I’ve searched for a recording or any mention in print without success. All I remember is the title, so I built my song on that.
I imagined two young people in Edwardian times; he doing manual work, she in service at a big house, and both having little time to themselves. Perhaps at the back of my mind was a girl I once knew whose parents restricted our meetings to an hour a week so that she could continue her studies without distraction. Unlike the couple in the song our friendship only lasted two weeks or, as you might say, two hours.