This morning I saw a woman, a little on the chubby side, grey hairs showing. She was vaguely familiar, but I didn't really recognise her. Not until she started repeating my exact moves.
I was looking in the mirror.
Now, how weird is that!? I know for a fact I'm but a wee lassie of, say, 25 - my hubby will confirm this! - and yet, here was this impersonator in my very own bathroom.
Uh-oh. Spooky. Will I still need me, will I still feed me, when I'm 64?