complex sentences The thing I like least about the weekend is Sunday evening. It’s the furthest point away from Friday, but it’s also the closest point to yet another Monday morning. I’d give anything to win the lottery. It’d save me from yet another commute to work, battling through the honking traffic and stinking fumes. According to the Medical Gazette, fighting through the rush hour causes excess stress hormones to build up in your blood stream. Over time, all that damage takes years off your life. For me, that’s yet another good reason to hit the snooze button and slide back under the duvet. It’s only Sunday morning after all!