… Maybe, I thought, I might just wait a few months before I started to search for the opportunity to grovel before some pompous seat-polisher in charge of car-park tickets in some soulless office building on the A40.

Maybe I might stop hating Monday mornings.

The next time I put a suit on, I thought with a frisson of guilty satisfaction, might just be some way off – or maybe, just maybe, I might never even think of wearing one again …