The Saturday Morning Shop

View of an old supermarket

I love Saturday mornings. I’m sure I’m not alone in that, but I really love Saturday mornings. I also like routines. So for a while as a kid it was watching cartoons. Then it was going to a local museum’s kids club, where every week I seemed to concentrate on the fine art of brass rubbing. When I was a little older I went to football practice, although there wasn’t an actual football team, which was odd. Then I was a little older still and going out to look around the local record shops, none of which exist now. By adulthood I just aimed to be out the house before the end of Sounds of the Sixties on Radio 2. When I achieved that I felt I hadn’t completely wasted my morning. Read the rest of this entry »