This is what happens when your husband is also a photographer. And you go out for your birthday dinner. And you’re all dressed up, looking good, feeling good. And you ask him to take you photo cos it would be nice to have one on your birthday, to mark the occasion.
But he’s so busy taking photos of everything and everyone else, that he totally forgets. So you end up with a reflection of yourself in a sheet metal column.
It’s not quite the same thing…