The letter you always wanted to write
You know what its like, dont you? The double-takes as “youre walking” along wall street together, the teachers who could never recollect which was which, the strangers who brandish and smile, and you just brandish and smile back because you know its a suit of mistaken identity, and its not their fault.
Isnt being an identical twin just the best event ?! one said to me a while back, and how could I not agree? Its like having a best friend and sibling all wheeled into one, someone who wholly goes you.
Does yours live close by? I jealousy you. Mine lives hundreds of miles away, but I ascertained her lately on a inspect to the twins division at St Thomas hospital in London. Weve been part of its investigate curriculum for years and its a win-win thing for everyone: they get guinea pig to help them examine the link between genes, the environmental issues and common diseases; we get a kind of MOT, everything from blood tests to bone-density searches, 3D x-rays to ECGs.
First finding: twinneds are competitive. Of route we are, we get compared from childhood on, dont we? Would you, like me, be mentioning that while she weighs( a bit !) less than me, my lungs( drum roll) are those of someone 11 years younger? Or that I came up with more calls of animals in a minute than she did? We were as one, though, on paroles beginning with p marriage is requested to index: Did my sister read pterodactyl? molted requested, and yes, I had.( A clas parody from when her own twinneds were small .)
At lunch, we sat with a fellow twin whose other half was coming on a different date. Oh yes, were identical, she told, before contributing conspiratorially, Identical twins are the only real twinneds, arent they?
Hers, she contributed, was the bad twinned, her thought being that, from an early age, twins are forced into good/ bad characters from which numerous is very hard to escape. Does that ring true for you? It surely did for us. No, Im not going to tell you which is which, only that it wasnt yours truly clambering out of the window and running away to the tavern when we were 17.
Did I mention other halves? Our friend had an interesting take on that, more: her matrimony, she articulated, had fallen apart because her husband couldnt managed her closeness to her twinned. I reckoned guiltily about a recent exchange with my partner.
Were going to see Frank Turner! Id told him, excitedly.
Are we? hed added. When? At which part I was forced to admit that the we that is him and me was not the we Id meant.
I asked him what he thought about living with a twin. Its like Princess Diana replied, he responded. There are three people in this relationship.
Is that how it is for you, very? Can it seem at times as if your significant other is not the one who shares your couch? My twin and a lover of quarry once virtually did just that, when he muddled up bedrooms in the dark and didnt recognise his correct until her boyfriend is seeking to clamber in, more. Such larks are apparently endlessly fascinating for non-twins. At local schools reunion, decades after wed left, the first thing our erstwhile history schoolteacher asked me was not what Id been doing with myself in the intervening years but whether, as adolescents, my sister and I had ever played ruses on our years. It had been, he spoke, much discussed in the staffroom. For the record, Mr Miles, Mr Thomas, Mr Noble, et al , no, we didnt.
We did once go to a masquerade costume defendant as Bill and Ben the uncannily same flowerpot gentlemen. And we do are looking at photographs of ourselves as children and wonder which is which. Was it her who fell in the pond at Hampton Court, or me? Me who withdrew the drug in the kitchen cabinet, or her? It didnt affair on that party: we both had to have our stomach pumped, just in case.
Not that such mix-ups ever ended in tears. One of us formerly evaded a soap when our doting nana dunked the same twin twice. That was me, wasnt it? No, hang on a minute
To find out more about the twins investigate force, going to see twinsuk.ac.uk