Growing up

Having just deleted my bookmark for Radio 1 and replaced it with one for Radio 4, I feel that the vitality of youth is slipping away. This is also evidenced by the fact I’m up at 7.00 on Sunday for no good reason. Which in turn has led me to realise that actually, lots of people are up at this time – there are a couple waiting for the light rail train outside my flat right now. And it continues … I’ve been looking out of the window where a church spire is visible. Not content to note this and move on, I’ve just established the location, name and history of the church. What’s that all about? I read several articles in our very local paper with interest the other day. The lack of sofa in the new flat has helped me discover that getting up off the floor is something best planned in advance. And I like the fact that the news on Radio 4 isn’t delivered over a pounding trance beat which gives the impression that the news reader has just nipped out of a night club to complete the broadcast. What’s this? ‘Night’ club? Since when have I found it necessary to specify I mean a club you go to at night? Isn’t that obvious? Apparently not, any more …