Tell the Queen I'm Sorry

Every afternoon just before four o'clock, Uncle got ready to go out. Not that he needed much preparation. He had never taken off his three-piece suit since he got back from England so all he had to do was put on his bowler hat and take up his walking stick and gloves. But even these simple actions were imbued with great purpose and deliberation, as was everything that Uncle did. His hat set at the right angle, his gloves precisely delineated in his right hand in relation to his cane, he would set out.