I have just had to sit down because 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.
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 other which way, is neither here or there.
Twenty years ago I went to a school reunion and was fashionably late. As I walked into the restaurant, I nearly walked out again. I thought I had squeezed myself into a time warp. Twenty-odd heads turned to greet me, all looking remarkably like the women who used to drop my friends off at school. I just felt it hadn’t happened to me… but I was wrong.
I suppose it is only fitting that the women who created us should leave us with a visual reminder of where we came from.
Ah well, c’est la vie … I better go and do something with my hair.