It’s that lovely time of the year when London’s stations enjoy the welcome sight of soldiers, sailors and airmen selling paper poppies to throngs of commuters. I normally get a poppy as soon as the first sellers arrive but this year I had not yet bought one. Time was running out – only a day or so to go and all I had was a £20 note. I had no problem with the donation but I did ask a favour. I walked proudly away from the Grenadier Guardsman at St James’s Park station with not so much a poppy but rather a bouquet in my coat’s button-hole. I brightened my day up and I’m sure that of other commuters too.