Up early or late? When I was in my 20s and ran off to London nightclubs, I was an owl. Now I’m older and my chance of getting past a bouncer has decreased, I’ve turned into a lark.
Sunday breakfast? After I got ordained, the day of rest became a day of work. I’d get up with coffee at 6am for morning prayer and sometimes treat myself to smoked mackerel pâté on toast – although I’m not sure that made my breath delightful for the early communicants.