Yesterday I dug out my best coat and put my poppy on it, wore heels and a proper skirt and generally made an effort, as I was leading the service and also out of respect for those we were remembering.
The treasurer turned up in a dark 3-piece suit, looking immensely smart. He usually arrives in a paint-stained fleece and pair of old jeans.
We eyed each other and agreed we both looked unusually smart.
‘We look as if we’ve been dressed by our mothers,’ said he …