The man pointed at me, not in an unfriendly way, as I approached the bar of the country pub near my home. “You were at my aunt’s funeral,” he said. I had taken off my tie and suit jacket but I still looked like an undertaker’s assistant in my long-sleeved white shirt, grey trousers and polished black shoes. In mid-summer, the full suit was uncomfortably hot; it was an invitation to dehydration. “I was, I was working,” I said. “And we both had the same good idea: a beer to cool down in this heat.” He too had taken off…