Travel now not tomorrow

 Saturdays are special Saturday nights have always felt different, often more exciting, sometimes pivotal. When I was a child Saturday nights felt lively because the TV was light and humorous with no emotional soap operas or serious documentaries. As I grew to adolescence I was able to go out in the early evening and hang about the park with friends, feeling nothing but liberation, free from family and television. As soon as I was old enough I was at discos, dancing to T-Rex, Rod Stewart and David Bowie, mostly at local churches. Real freedom and excitement came when I could go into town, the big disco dancehalls with flickering lights and a beat that put you in tune with the music. When I was a poor student and couldn't afford the entrance fee to the disco I took a job there on Saturday nights. I could be part of the action, feel the music, dance at my break. As a newly married mother with young babies, Saturdays remained different from other days. They might simply be marked...