My Alter Ego?
Enjoying an aperitif with our French son at Brazz in
I realised I was being warmly embraced from behind. Taunton
“Marigold! I just couldn’t leave without saying hello.”
I turned to see an attractive middle aged woman about to plant a kiss on my cheek. Over the last few weeks I have become accustomed to being hugged by kind people I hardly knew. So I smiled at her, but her jaw dropped.
“You’re not Marigold are you? I’m so sorry – you look just like her from behind.”