AS I shut my car door and walked to the ticket machine in Burton's Fleet Street car park, I remembered that Saturday morning is my favourite time of the week.Partly because, on a Saturday morning, you have the time to remember that the day is yours.The other Saturday morning I gave a talk to villagers of all ages in the dining room of the Cock Inn, in Hanbury, a fine idea of the vicar, the Reverend Les Rees.I wasn't singing for my supper but talking for my breakfast.It seemed to go well –...
