I will put on my dinner jacket later this week. I enjoy wearing it as it is well made and I am long and tall and I wear it very well. In this particular instance, I am indifferent about the event as I don't know the people or the firm well enough yet to feel anything but on guard.
In fact, I have two dinner suits and I always enjoy the game of 'what was I doing when last I wore it?', a game played by not emptying the pockets on getting home from the event.
I don my dinner suit every eighteen months or so, although in my rspb job, it was a deal less frequent than that.
Thus when I took it from the cupboard tonight, and on this very day of days, of completed years since significant things, was it with remembrance or regret?
Oh, I do not know which.