Met my sister for lunch this week. She lives in Australia now so this is actually quite a rare occasion. We have had a rather tense relationship in recent years (or perhaps always?) and we barely saw each other last summer, just at a busy wedding and a large family lunch. We chat on Facebook but we don't really talk or Skype.
We met at the Malmaison. She was wearing black designer clothes and very high heels. She was heavily made up, Kate Middleton style with lots of dark eyeliner. She ordered Veuve, although she didn't offer to chip in for the bill at the end. She has a 26 year old boyfriend.
I wondered what we had in common now. It's true that blood is thicker than water, but only perhaps in a strictly scientific way. Theoretically we have a shared experience of childhood, but the way she talks about her makes me think that she must have been switched with another girl and didn't live in our house at all.
Apparently, doing things with younger people keeps you feeling young yourself. I am sitting in the office drinking orange squash, eating Hula Hoops, and feeling a bit tearful because I didn't sleep very well. Does this count? I feel five. Fine. Wine. Whatever.
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