Occasionally, when in the midst of a terminological quandary I will emerge from my study and inflict the background information on my partner.
You may find this particularly cruel, since she is physically incapable of walking away from me. Nevertheless, she is gracious, and hears me out. Sometimes she laughs at me unashamedly.
These dramatisations of what is going on in my mind often help me to resolve the problem. My emphatic miniature rant this morning, though, had a rather surreal result, which I document here for what I shall call posterity:
Allison
That elusive pair of jeans 
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