The likeness was so startlingly obvious that I actually gasped.
I grew up being told “you look just like your mum!” At the Lakeland Wedding in July, the groom’s brother called me Maggie, which gave me something of a moment (although I was grateful he hadn’t called me Auntie Maggie).
I’m used to that. I see Mum every time I glance in the mirror when I’m brushing my teeth.
But what I’m not used to is seeing myself looking exactly like my paternal grandmother in both posture and facial expression. We’re like two peas in a pod.
Who do you see when you look in the mirror?