In truth, it’s been happening for a while.
There have been the comments on my appearance. (Most gallingly, “Are you Ann?”)
I’ve heard myself speak, and realised that I sound like the @irishmammies twitter feed: “Oh it’s lovely I know, but you’d no more at it LOOK at it and it would get dirty”; “You can take away the other sections but I’ll hold on to The Culture if you don’t mind. It’s handy for the telly”. (If you use Twitter and don’t follow @irishmammies, you’re missing a gem, especially when she and @mariankeyes get together…)
The other day I was all excited when the postman brought me my new shoes. They’re not flat! (They’re not high obviously, I need to be able to walk.) Just enough of a heel to edge my legs towards average length. They can occupy that middle gound between winter boots and flip flops. Also, they’re red.
I bought a pair of red shoes for everyday wear.
It has finally happened.
Yes, I have turned into my mother.