‘The trouble with you is that you look at the past through rose-tinted specs’ Jean looked in the mirror and sighed. Her mother sighed back at her.
‘Why do we look like our mothers when we get older?’ said Jean out loud, before realising what she had done. ‘And why do we talk to ourselves?’ she added. ‘Oh, how I wish I could have one day, just one, when I was 20 again!’
‘You going to be much longer in there, Mum?’ Ben hammered on the bathroom door.
‘OK, love, it’s all yours.’ Jean opened the door and Ben lightly ruffled her hair, without really seeing her, she thought, and disappeared inside.
That’s another thing, why am I invisible now? You hit 50 and suddenly no-one sees you. Well, they…