To Manchester, to give a presentation. Smart suit, freshly ironed shirt – and no cufflinks. Damn!
Easy, of course, to turn it to my advantage with the audience:: “I always take a sleeves-rolled-up approach.”
And easy, of course, to imagine the same thing happening decades before. A gentleman travelling from London to the north: a potential investor in the mills, or a famous politician, perhaps? Dressing. Realising his cufflinks were missing.
Returning home the following evening. Having words with the butler about the maid responsible. “I’m sure you’ll want to whip her. But do also send her to my room once you have finished…”