I like to think of myself as a unique little snowflake, like no other.
''Of course you are', cry all. (And 'Thank God', they mutter too.)
But I noticed, when reviewing the photos I took up at the allotment the other day that one in particular reminded me of someone...
Really, it's just me with better hair.
It makes me come over all Calvinistic (and I'm talking the religion here, not the And Hobbes variety...) Is my life under my control? Do I have free will? Or am I just a genetic copy destined to trot along a predestined path??
My Nana had two boys and a girl.
She was prone to a bit of the pudge.
She was by all accounts a bit barmy.
Noticing a pattern?
Then again, my maternal grandfather was a vegetable growing writer. So maybe I'm fixating on the wrong grandparent.
And thankfully I don't have his bald spot. (Just yet at least.)