Tonight young Harry and I went Christmas shopping. I drove him so he could freely bounce his ideas and explore gifts for his mum, sister and Gran. We had a planning meeting first at the drive through, messing about and losing napkins to the wind.
Once we got into character Harry ninja'd it in one shop and in under 35 minutes. And we larked about on the escalators.
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?