"Of course not!" I reply jovially "As November looms, she tells me to move out as she thinks I'm a lunatic!" And here's why. Just the other night, the Mrs listened on hard rotation to Marie Carey downstairs in the kitchen while I listened to the wonderful Icelandic songstress upstairs in the office.
We meet up again in January. 'Vive la difference' as my French Granny once said.