Saturday, April 28, 2012


Last night I was up in Genevieve's house for dinner and a few glasses of vino. Her seven year old son, Bríain was sitting playing with his Transformer characters. At one stage Gen and I were laughing over some incident from our past. He looked up at us quizzically and asked
"Are you two twins?"
We stopped in mid guffaw.
"Why do you say that?" asked Gen.
"Well, you both say the same things and you have the very same laugh."

They say that, over time, owners become like their pets! I presume the same thing happens with best friends.