Sisters

My sister has just been to visit and there has been a week of intense catching up and sharing.  Since I left home at sixteen we have always been apart – living in different states, if not countries, and visiting at most, once a year.  In many respects we are chalk and cheese: she - tidy, organised and well-groomed, me - cluttered, messy and daggy, she – prompt and punctual, me – tardy or frequently late, she - classically artistic and tasteful, me - more eclectic and haphazard.  But under the surface our roots are inextricably bound.   Our common childhood experiences and their effects on our being are a source of never-ending discussion and speculation.  Our senses of humour are finely tuned to the same wave length.  No relationship is quite the same as the one you have with your sister.

Me with my little sister in our Girls' Club uniforms back in the fifties.

Comments

[Tjilpi]

Or, maybe, your bruv, chillpee?

[Jude]

I'm sure it's the same with brothers. I would have liked to have had one.