Look, I said, a turkey plate, we used to have one of those (instantly sour at the memory of awkward family roast dinners, unwieldy turkeys cooking too slow in our fractious Raeburn) and (embarassed to be photographing something in a shop window) dropped the camera down to my waist for a sneaky shot and somehow caught us both against sky and spires. Damian looks completely disinterested; I look like I'm taking the photo with a coffee cup.