This morning, not keeping track of time, I popped out into the garden on a quick errand. Suddenly I heard the Last Post being sounded in the local churchyard. Call it overreaction if you like, but before I even thought about it I had snapped (or as close as you can at my age) to attention, and remained there, freezing my butt off, for the two minutes until Reveille sounded. I think the freedoms I enjoy are worth two minute's grateful remembrance in a year.