Cakes

It's brightening up at Old Trafford. Ashley Giles is addressing his troops on the outfield, football poised nearby.

I'm sitting in a broadcasting box high at the Stretford End feeling a bit jaded and dog-eared and broken-armed. From an adjacent box a Lancashire-based broadcaster has just sung a rendition of "Who would buy this beautiful morning?" (from the musical Oliver Twist) and then knocked on the window and said: "Mr Halford, to commemorate the end of the season I have bought a quantity of cakes which are now available. The cake shop is now open."

There really are some very nice people around.