Random Saturday Morning Stuff

I am still unused to Saturday mornings to myself, and since contracts have changed at work and I now work one Saturday in every two, there are many Saturdays mornings to get used to. Saturday mornings when you were a kid were fantastic, pajamas and Frosties in front of the TV; Star Fleet, Saturday Swap Shop, Fantastic Journey... If you were really lucky there might be a random Space 1999 episode on. There was always that sense of headache-y gloom that would come down when the kids TV had ended and the Saturday sports shows would start and there would be nothing on until Basil Brush or The Tripods or Doctor Who or The A-Team (depending on how old I was).
Saturday afternoons could be excellent if friends were about and there were ghost hunts to be had in sunlit woods, or dens to be built in the barbed wire surrounding RAF Kinloss, (As an aside Andy has just sent me a link to a BBC news report about RAF Kinloss being investigated for radiation contamination stretching back to World War II). If no friends were about, or I was living in Forres where I knew no-one, Saturday afternoons were less happy. Well, not necessarily unhappy, but there was just more of that awful awareness of school again on Monday, and before then, you knew you had to descend into the existential Hell that seemed to define Sunday afternoons.
Anyhow. It's quite nice to have Saturday mornings back on a regular basis, even if there is only twenty minutes now left of this one.