Went down to the shops early this morning, thinking they'd all be shut by lunchtime (more dementia...they've been open all day for decades.) I used to quite like the Good Friday shutdown (unless it incovenienced ME, of course!) There was something rather magical about it. When I was a kid in a Catholic neighbourhood, everyone was supposed to keep silent from twelve to three, the hours Jesus spent getting crucified. The whole boring suburb was quiet at as a mouse, and it was sort of fun, in a weird way.