I certainly don't sit around in the morning making pancakes listening to Whitehouse or anything.

Holiday? Is like what? I'm a hyperactive girl so it may be boring for me to be on the beach doing nothing. I just need to find a place for three weeks and work but sleep in the morning maybe write a little bit have a glass of red wine. That's my perfect holiday.

And now the momentous day a day to be forever remembered in the annals of the country arrived. Early in the morning on the 1st of July the conflict began.

I got up one Christmas morning and we didn't have nothing to eat. We didn't have an apple we didn't have an orange we didn't have a cake we didn't have nothing.

We all deal with issues of time. The first thing you do in the morning is look at the clock to see what time it is.

My poor vision gives me a soft-focus morning. For the first half hour I kind of wander through my house and everything is a blur. I put my contacts in when I'm ready to deal with the world.

Just this morning out of a large memory for songs and having been obsessed by them since childhood suddenly at the age of 84 I thought of a song I hadn't thought of in over 50 years. It came into my head unbidden.

Your enjoyment of the world is never right till every morning you awake in Heaven: see yourself in your Father's palace and look upon the skies the earth and the air as celestial joys: having such a reverend esteem of all as if you were among the angels.

Over the last four years I've made a habit of coming into my office in the morning and just getting to work.

Men and women were declared equal one morning and everybody could divorce each other by postcard.