We’re listening to the Decemberists, a band from M’s native Portland.
“Billy Liar’s got his hands in his pockets
Staring over at the neighbour’s, knickers down“, they sing.

Me: ‘[The singer]’s not British, is he?’
M: ‘No, American… why?’
Me: ‘He just said knickers. He’s American. That’s just wrong.’
M: ‘He’s affecting.’
Me: ‘That’s just a fancy word for being full of shit.’

How she puts up with me on a day-to-day basis is cause for considerable amazement. Here she is in a pensive moment. She didn’t realize I had taken the photo until she saw it after we got home.