I get up when I want, except on Wednesdays, when I get rudely awakened by the dustmen. I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea, and I think about leaving the house. I feed the pigeons. I sometimes feed the sparrows too. It gives me a sense of enormous well being; and then I'm happy for the rest of the day safe in the knowledge there will always be a bit of my heart devoted to it.