That’s Your Lot. Limmy

How much does that look like Charlie’s hair?’

      ‘I know,’ she said. ‘It’s the spitting image.’

      And it was. It was the double. Charlie had thick, wiry fair hair that looked all wavy and bumpy like a cloud. Or like a lump of porridge.

      Mary looked at it for a while longer, then she lost interest.

      She walked back around to her side of the table and sat down. And it was back to business as usual, as quickly as that. George went back to eating his porridge. They finished their breakfast, left the house, got into their separate cars and went away to work.

      A few days later, something else happened.

      Mary read about it when she and Jason were having breakfast. Deborah had posted an update on Facebook.