I’ve had a bit of a shock. I looked into the mirror and saw someone looking remarkably like my mother staring back at me. So, if I needed visual confirmation, I’ve had it, I am turning into my mother.
Gazing into the mirror in disbelief, my mother’s face my have manifested itself on my own, but I think I can hear her saying, ‘I wish you’d do something with your hair!’ Which is worrying as she died over a year ago.
It was inevitable I suppose, that I should undergo this maternal morphosis at some point, given that my body is crammed with 50% of her genes. The fact that we were, characteristically, polar opposites, in every which way, is neither here or there.
Twenty years ago I went to a school reunion and was fashionably late. I walked into the restaurant and nearly walked out again. Twenty heads turned to greet me, all looking remarkably like the women who used to drop my friends off at school. I felt I was in some sort of time warp. I believed the physical changes hadn’t happened to me, but I was wrong.
Right, I’m off to do something with my hair.