I fell just a little bit in love with Jemima's father on Saturday night, when we attended a party to celebrate her engagement—or, as he put it, “the end of spinsterville.” At one point, upon noticing that Sean’s glass was empty, Jemima’s father nodded towards him and said “son, you’ve got yourself a problem there. Better get another one, or people are going to start thinking you’re a Presbyterian.”
Which is how it came to pass that some hours later, I was able to take this:
The only way this photo could have been any better would be if that wasn't our house, and if he'd had a lampshade on his head and only one eyebrow. And also if we hadn't come home to find that the cat had pooped copiously in the clawfoot tub, but that's another story entirely.